Things to Come - Photo Gallery, 2036

by Nick Cooper © 2004-2017

Presented here are a number of stills from the author's collection, broadly divided into actual general production or publicity stills, along with reprints from various publications of examples specifically from "lost" scenes. Where appropriate, they are accompanied with explanatory text, in which extracts from the Film Story or Stover Script in green denotes footage surviving in the 92m 42s print, blue in the Gutlohn Print but not the 92m 42s Standard Print, purple is the apparently lost Stover Script material (i.e. not in 92m 42s or Gutlohn), while red is dialogue and description unique to the Film Story.


The rebel artist Theotocopulos works on his massive statue.

WM-113A, author's collection (Still#089), uploaded 07/06/09

WM-234, uploaded 09/05/10


WM-Unknown, author's collection (Still#084), uploaded 07/06/09

WM-498, courtesy of Granada Ventures, uploaded 03/05/10

WM-207A, author's collection (Still#093), uploaded 07/06/09


Oswald Cabal meets with the Space Gun engineers to discuss the Moon mission....

WM-392, author's collection (Still#198), uploaded 06/10/11

WM-395, author's collection (Still#088), uploaded 07/06/09

... before they are joined by prospective astronaut Maurice Passworthy.

WM-129A, author's collection (Still#049), uploaded 27/03/06

WM-149A, author's collection (Still#003), uploaded 07/04/04


For years it was thought that the photograph below was simply a generic image of the Everytown of 2036, and it frequently appeared to illustrate the film in books and magazines, and on home video packaging. The realisation that Raymond Massey and Edward Chapman are visible amongst the crowds at the bottom-right of the image, however, indicates that it must be from the long sequence when Oswald Cabal and Raymond Passworthy walk through the "City Ways" en route to meet their respective children.

WM-222A, author's collection (Still#188), uploaded 06/10/11

WM-222A (detail), author's collection (Still#188), uploaded 06/10/11


WM-185A, author's collection (Still#085), uploaded 07/06/09

WM-182A, author's collection (Still#078), uploaded 07/06/09

WM-190A, author's collection (Still#050), uploaded 27/03/06


One of the most glaringly-obvious of lost scenes is that in which Oswald Cabal meets with his estranged wife, Rowena, played by Margaretta Scott in addition to her earlier role as Roxana. As with the Pestilence Years section, the bulk of the 2036 sequence was similarly rearranged so that the televised speech by Theotocopulos appears before Oswald Cabal meets with Raymond Passworthy, before they are joined by Catherine Cabal and Maurice Passworthy. The latter leads into their sudden decision to leave for the Moon early when the riot begins, but in actual fact the footage of supposedly one discussion is actual from two much longer scenes, set several days apart. As scripted, the first of these meetings (at an "Athletic Club") was followed by Oswald's meeting with Rowena, Theotocopulos's speech, Cabal meeting with Controller of Traffic Morden Mitani, and then the second of the Cabal/Passworthy meetings (over dinner in Cabal's private chambers), shortly before the riot breaks out.

The longer scene with Mitani explains why Ivan Brandt is credited on screen with the role, despite the fact that in the extant footage he actually appears less than some other actors who aren't billed at all. The fact that he does appear in the credits points to the removal of this scene been a very late decision, and the same applies to Margaretta Scott's second role. Surprisingly, there are a great many many photographs from the Oswald/Rowena meeting scene, and indeed the image of Scott as this character (rather than Rowena) was used extensively in the original and indeed subsequent publicity for the film. This continues to this day, as witnessed by the numerous video releases with artwork featuring her lost role.

The lost bridging material follows on from the footage retained in the Gutlohn Print:

    Passworthy: "That man Theotocopulos is right. This thing mustn't be. It is human sacrifice. Maurice, my son!"
    Cabal takes his arm.
    Cabal: "There is still a month and more ahead of us. Let us talk it over calmly, Passworthy. There is a month yet. This is a shock to you. It was a shock for me. But perhaps it is less dreadful - and something greater - than you think. Consider it for a day or so. Let us all dine together - let us meet in three days' time, and tell each other plainly all that we have in our minds."

    Cabal is shown in close-up with Passworthy: "I won't come back to the city with you. There is someone else to whom I must talk. I have to talk."
    Passworthy: "No one is as closely interested as we are."
    Cabal: "I don't know. She has a kind of claim. Many people would say it was as strong a claim as ours."
    Passworthy: "And who is that?"
    Cabal: "Catherine's mother. The woman who used to be my wife. . . . Didn't you know I had a wife? Or do you think Catherine came suddenly out of my head? Like Pallas Athene? I had a wife and she was very much a woman and we parted years ago."

    Evening passes to twilight. After-sunset glow in the sky. A terrace with clipped yew trees (new type of yew) looking out over a wide landscape with the sea in the distance. Standing out against the sea is a huge heavy mortar-like structure. This is the Space Gun. It is our first sight of this. It crouches monstrously, dwarfing every other detail in the landscape. A certain mistiness enhances, if anything, its portentous dimensions.
    An aeroplane sweeps down and its shadow passed across the terrace.
    A momentary glimpse is given of Cabal descending from the plane he has flown to this place. Then the camera returns to the terrace to await him.
    Cabal enters and walks slowly to the terraced balustrade. He stands musing, looking at the Space Gun. His hands are behind his back. So he remains for some moments.
    He turns at a footfall and Rowena enters. Rowena is the descendant or Roxana, the favourite of the Boss of Everytown in 1970, just as Oswald Cabal is the descendant of John Cabal. She is physically like her prototype - the part is played by the same actress - but she has none of the arms-akimbo dash of her ancestress. She is better bred. She is dressed much more beautifully and with nothing of Roxana's sluttish magnificence, and her gestures are well under control.

WM-165A, author's collection (Still#036), uploaded 27/03/06

    Rowena: "And so at last I am permitted to see you again."
    Cabal: "You heard the news quickly, Rowena."
    Rowena: "It is all over the world now."
    Cabal: "Already?"
    Rowena: "On the air everywhere. The whole world talks of nothing else. Why have you done this thing to me? Our daughter!"

WM-164A, author's collection (Still#018), uploaded 27/03/06


    Cabal: "I did not do this to you. She determined to go. What do you want with me?"
    Rowena: "You are a monster. You and your kind are monsters. Your science and your new orders have taken away your souls and put machines and theories in the place of them. It is well I left you when I did."
    Cabal: "And you have come here - you have insisted on seeing me in order to tell me that - now."
    Rowena: "Not only that. I forbid you to send our daughter on this mad expedition."
    Cabal: "Our daughter! My daughter. You left her to me when you went away. And she goes - of her own free will."
    Rowena: "Because you have poisoned her mind. She, I suppose, is one of the new sort of women just as you are one of the new sort of men. Do you think I do not care for her, simply because you have never let me see her?"
    Cabal: "Usually you have been on the other side of the earth. Love-hunting."
    Rowena: "Reproach me! All the same I care. Who left me love-hungry?. . . . Cabal, have you no pity? Have you no imagination? If I cannot forbid - well, then I implore. Think of that body of hers - scarcely more than a child's body - crushed, broken, frozen!"
    Cabal: "I won't. One can think too much of bodies, Rowena."
    Rowena: "Hard you are and terrible. What are you doing with life, Cabal?"
    Cabal: "Soft you are and sensuous. What are you doing with life?"

WM-150A, author's collection (Still#007), uploaded 07/04/04

    Rowena: "You turn it to steel."
    Cabal: "You fritter it away."
    Rowena: "Who made me fritter it away? I have been wanting to meet you face to face for years, and have this out with you. I hated leaving you. But you made life too high and hard for me."
    Cabal: "I hated your going. But you made life too distracted and vexatious for me. I loved you - but loving you was an all-time task. I had work to do."
    Rowena: "What work?"
    Cabal: "The everlasting work of fighting danger and death and decay for mankind."
    Rowena: "Fanatic! Where are danger and death to-day?"
    Cabal: "In ambush everywhere."
    Rowena: "You go out to meet them."
    Cabal: "I had rather be the hunter than the hunted."
    Rowena: "But if you are hunting danger and death all the time, what is there left of life?"
    Cabal: "Courage, adventure, work - and an increasing power and greatness."
    Rowena: "Give me love."

WM-170A, author's collection (Still#130), uploaded 03/05/10

    Cabal: "You left me for that. Poor love-huntress. My love wasn't good enough - not flattering enough - not sedulous enough. Have you ever found that love of your dreams? Was there ever a lover who made you feel as glorious as you wanted to be? Could any lover do that? Wherever you found love, you gripped it as a child plucks a flower - and you killed it."
    Rowena: "Have I been anything but human?"
    Cabal: "No."
    Rowena: "I have loved after my nature. Even if at last I have to grow old and die."
    Cabal: "But let me live after my nature. You may want love, but I want the stars."
    Rowena: "But love too! You wanted human love once, Cabal."
    Cabal: "I wanted my work more."
    Rowena: "But isn't that girl of ours at least human? As I am? Isn't she entitled to the freshness of life - to the novelty of life? Is she to begin where you leave off? Suppose after all love does come to an end - gets found out? Why shouldn't she have her years of delusion and excitement?"
    Cabal: "And end in futility? Left behind by all your loving? Painted? In all imitation of youth? Clinging to passion?"
    Rowena: "Oh, you can sting. Which of the two is futility? To obey your impulses or deny them? That girl, I tell you, is a human being, and she has to follow the human way. She's a woman."

WM-155A, author's collection (Still#016), uploaded 07/04/04

    Cabal: "Not one of the old sort, Rowena. Not of your sort. Do you think that everything else in human life is going to alter, scale and power and speed, and men and women remain as they have always been? This is a New World we are living in. It drives to new and greater destinies. And that desperate old love story which has been acted and told so often, as though it was the very core of life, is almost finished with."
    Rowena: "And you think she has finished with it?"
    Cabal: "What do you know of our daughter? What do you know, you love-huntress, of the creative drive a woman can feel as well as a man? She has loved and she loves; she has found a mate and they are driving on together. Shoulder to shoulder. Almost forgetting each other in their happy identification. She lives for the endless adventure - as he lives for the endless adventure. And that is the increase of human knowledge and power - for ever. . . ."
    Rowena: "Cabal, all men are fools about women. All of them. That girl of yours. And your endless adventure! You think she is a new sort of woman. There is no new sort of woman. She flies off - with her lover. Well, what sort of woman wouldn't - old sort or new sort? What could be more glorious?"
    Cabal: "Anyhow she shall fly off."
    Rowena: "The new sort of man seems to me to be very like the old sort of mule. Now tell me, tell me, if men are going to give themselves to this everlasting adventure of yours, what is to become of women?"
    Cabal: "There's no sex in that sort of adventure. It is as open to you as it is to us. Drop the old sex romance. Come and work with us."
    Rowena: "Work with you!"
    Cabal: "Why not? You have hands and brains."
    Rowena: "You mean, my dear, work for you. There speaks the old sort of man asking woman to be his slave. When it comes to women, is the new sort of man any different from the old?"
    Cabal: "Why for us and not with us?"
    Rowena: "Because you men have a way of taking the lead and getting hold of things."
    Cabal: "Very well! For us if you like. And why not? Pick your man for the work he does, and the powers he has. Follow him and be his woman?"
    Rowena: "We, we women, are to help and comfort and cherish - play the role of handmaid - to the end of things?"
    Cabal: "If that's how you are made, and it seems to be how you are made; why not?"
    Rowena: "It isn't how we are made."
    Cabal: "If you are not made for knowledge and power as men are, if you are not made to serve knowledge and power, then what on earth are you made for? If you are more than a love-huntress, what do you dream you are hunting?"
    Rowena: "Oh, we argued like this fifteen years ago?"
    Cabal: "Fifteen years ago! This argument began before the Stone Age."
    Rowena: "And it will end----! Will it ever end?"
    Cabal: "Never for us, Rowena. Never - for generations yet. You go your way after your fashion-and I go mine."
    Rowena: "And that is your last word for me - you who once knelt at my feet!"
    Old memories come back to Cabal, a rush of forgotten emotions. He turns towards her. He seems full of things he cannot express and he says nothing.
    Fade out of the two facing each other in the twilight, man and woman, bereaved of all the illusion they ever had for one another and still - perplexed.

WM-161A, author's collection (Still#004), uploaded 07/04/04


WM-221A, author's collection (Still#107), uploaded 07/06/09


WM-151A, author's collection (Still#044), uploaded 07/06/09


WM-189A, author's collection (Still#045), uploaded 27/03/06

WM-193A, author's collection (Still#046), uploaded 27/03/06

WM-194A, author's collection (Still#047), uploaded 27/03/06


WM-220AA, author's collection (Still#094), uploaded 07/06/09


WM-UNK, uploaded 06/08/10

WM-229AA, uploaded 09/05/10


WM-391, uploaded 09/05/10

WM-172A, author's collection (Still#048), uploaded 27/03/06

WM-181A, uploaded 09/05/10

WM-UNK, uploaded 06/08/10

WM-468, author's collection (Still#207), uploaded 06/10/11

WM-228A, author's collectio  (Still#208), uploaded 06/10/11

The base of the Space Gun as the mob of Theotocopulos's followers swarm round it. The model Gun stood over six feet tall, and was built on the back-lot at Denham. Note the hanging monorail and car lower-right.

WM-226A, author's collection (Still#079), uploaded 07/06/09

WM-UNK, uploaded 09/05/10

WM-427, uploaded 06/08/10

WM-515 uploaded 09/05/10

WM-UNK, uploaded 06/08/10

In the extant footage, the actual firing of the Space Gun seems something of an anti-climax, but Wells's Film Treatment envisaged more dramatic effects:

    Commotion of people clearing out of the way. At a distance, they pause to look back. Then a re-arrangement of all the people to show passage of time. It has grown darker and the clouds have moved. Stillness.
    The gun fires.
    Whirlwind. Collapse of a subsidiary fabric of girders.
    Theotocopulos and his staff are seen buffeted and torn by the wild rush of air.
    Cloaks, sun hats, papers, banners, light gadgets, straws, dead leaves, everything, flying wild.

By the publication of the Film Story, this had been toned down:

    The table and the hand in the observation chamber. The seconds hand of the clock dial moves towards a marked point. As it does so the finger extends and presses a button.
    Thud.
    Large scale effects of concussion. Gun recoiling. Whirlwind sweeping the crowd.
    Theotocopulos, standing out against the sky on a great metal girder, is caught in the whirlwind, and his cloak is blown over his head. He is left struggling ridiculously in his own cloak, and that is the last that is seen of him.
    Clouds of dust obscure the screen and clear to show the crowd after the shock. Some press their ears as if they were painful, others stare under their hands up into the sky.
    Then the crowd begins to stream back towards the city. Shots of them re-entering the city, in a straggling aimless manner, and pausing ever and again to stare at the sky.

What we have now been left with is the Gun actually firing and some reverse smoke effects, but at least one photograph - of Theotocopulos's followers being felled by the concussion in the tunnels beneath the Gun - survives:

WM-124A, author's collection (Still#051), uploaded 21/01/07


WM-201A, author's collection (Still#010), uploaded 07/04/04

WM-206A, author's collection (Still#080), uploaded 03/05/10

WM-204A, author's collection (Still#172), uploaded 06/10/11


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07/04/04 First upload
03/01/05 New images
27/03/06 New images
21/01/07 New images
21/01/07 New images
07/06/09 New images
08/06/09 Additional text
03/05/10 New images
09/05/10 New images
10/05/10 New image
06/08/10 New images & amendments
15/08/10 New images & amendments
06/10/11 New images & amendments
22/10/17 Hosting transfer & amendments