[ shaky breaths ]
[ weak moan ]
[ rumble ]
[ grinding squeak ]
[ laboured breaths ]
[ click of release ]
[ click of release ]
[ click of release ]
[ closing of portal ]
[ rush of movement ]
[ clanging of grid ]
[ music ]
[ gasps of exertion ]
[ laboured breathing ]
hey!
hey!
[ click of release ]
[ thumps of movement ]
[ click of release ]
[ grunt of exertion ]
[ grunt of landing ]
[ scream ]
[ wailing ]
i'm sorry.
[ gasps of terror ]
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry.
it's all right.
i'm not going to hurt you.
what do you want?
i thought you were...
what?
i don't know.
[ rumble ]
woman: [ shouting ]
help! help!
woman: help!
[ click of release ]
help!
stop!
what? what...?
it's okay.
come here.
[ grunt of falling ]
it's okay. calm down.
everything's gonna be fine.
what was in there?
just give me a minute
to figure things out.
why were you afraid
of that room?
give me a minute, i said.
[ opening of portal ]
[ laboured breathing ]
how many people are
in this thing?
listen, we can't go
climbing around in here.
why not?
[ closing of portal ]
there's traps.
what do you mean, traps?
man: booby-traps.
i looked in the
room down there
and something
almost cut my head off.
girl: [ gasping ]
woman: holy cats!
holy, holy cats!
[ music ]
are you all right?
mister?
worth!
[ gasping ]
don't worry.
i hit my head.
let me take a look at that.
it's okay.
i'm a doctor.
woman: it doesn't
look bad.
what the hell
are you doing?
[ grunts of effort ]
[ click of release ]
[ grunts of effort ]
hey, old man,
did you hear
what i said?
[ whine of movement ]
[ whine of movement ]
[ closing of portal ]
motion detectors
integrated into the walls.
tough to spot.
girl: oh, god!
oh, god. oh, god.
wait a second.
let's all just relax
for a minute.
does anybody remember
how they got here?
[ shaky breaths ]
perogies!
i was eating dinner.
perogies; cheese and potato.
i ran out of sour cream,
and then i went
to the fridge, and then...
i don't know.
you?
leaven?
i...
i just went
to bed and...
what about you?
i just woke up here.
middle of the night.
it's like chile. they always
come in the middle of the night.
who?
woman: only the government
could build something this ugly.
quentin: oh, it ain't
government.
woman: then what is it?
i don't know.
aliens.
[ rumble ]
please. we're spooked
enough as it is.
let's...
[ snort ]
let's rule out
aliens for now,
and concentrate
on what we know.
my mom's
gonna freak.
rennes?
i just won't be there.
they'll freak.
what do you
think, rennes?
well, it won't solve
jack shit sitting still.
i'm moving in a straight line
till i get to the end.
all right.
i tend to agree.
leaven: shouldn't we
wait here?
for what?
to see if anybody comes.
no one's gonna come.
look, there's away in here.
so there's gotta be away out.
we can avoid the
traps using the boot.
quentin: holloway, is it?
what do you think?
look for an exit?
okay.
what about you?
it can't be that simple.
rennes: it won't be that simple.
look around.
take a good, long look-see.
'cause i got a feeling
it's looking at us.
[ rumble ]
i just wanna wake up.
[ whimpering ]
leaven.
[ gulp ]
we can do this.
quentin:
we just have to stay calm,
and work together as a team.
[ grunt ]
there's gonna be
a lot of people
looking for us
on the outside.
i'm a cop.
all right?
you're a cop?
yeah.
quentin: i'm going to get you
out of here. i promise.
you gotta be with me
on this one.
okay.
okay?
[ opening of portal ]
boot it.
clean.
[ rumble ]
holloway: that one
sounded closer.
it's mechanical. seems to
come at regular intervals.
quentin: maybe it's their
ventilation system.
rennes: no vents.
holloway:
no kidding. i'm boiling.
quentin:
what is it?
serial numbers?
holloway:
room numbers.
they're different
in each room.
worth: oh, great. well,
it's only, uh,
in this thing.
well, there
better not be.
we have about three days
without food and water
before we're too
weak to move.
well, they have to feed
us, don't they?
holloway?
oh, we have
heat, stress,
physical exertion,
i.e. dehydration.
headaches, dizziness,
confused mental processes.
the body eventually begins
to break down its own tissue.
suck on it.
keeps the
saliva flowing.
[ sniffing ]
what?
the air seems
dry in there.
holloway: trapped?
molecular-chemical sensor.
why the hell didn't
the boot set it off?
rennes: the boot's not alive.
it detects hydrogen sulphide
excreted from the skin.
how is it you know so much
about sensors, rennes?
[ closing of portal ]
[ rumble ]
renne, not rennes.
it's french.
fine, you're french.
i'm asking how...
[ click of release ]
renne!
quentin: sensor expert.
about the right age.
i don't believe it.
[ chuckle ]
this guy's "the wren".
the what? he's "the wren".
the bird of attica.
flew the coop out
of six major prisons.
seven.
holloway:
you're kidding, right?
you can get us out?
maybe.
an escape artist.
yeah,
harry fucking houdini.
the only reason i dragged you this
far is 'cause i need your boots.
if you don't smarten
up, i'm gone like that.
no more talking,
no more guessing,
don't even think about nothing
that's not right in front of ya.
that's the real
challenge.
you gotta save yourselves
from yourselves.
[ click of release ]
merde!
[ mechanical whirring ]
[ screaming ]
get him out!
[ howl of pain ]
women: [ screaming ]
[ mixed yelling ]
[ wailing ]
[ gasping ]
oh, my god.
[ gagging ]
quentin: so, it was electro-
chemical or whatever, right?
and he missed it.
"the wren". that's great.
that's fucking great.
all right.
it's time to reassess
this place.
i've been over it
again and again.
why would they throw
innocent people in here?
are we being punished?
i have never done any-
thing to deserve this.
forget about all that.
you can't see the big picture
from in here, so don't try.
keep your head down.
keep it simple. just...
just look at what's
in front of you.
that's what he said.
quentin: start with us.
we got an escape artist
and a cop.
there's gotta
be a reason for that.
you're a doctor,
holloway.
that gives you a function,
a reason, right?
no, it just makes
me go, "why me,
and not one of the other
[ sigh of frustration ]
leaven? what are you?
nothing.
i just go to school.
i hang out with
my friends.
what else?
there is nothing else.
my parents are these people.
i live with them.
i'm boring.
i think
we have to ask
the big questions.
what does it want?
what is it thinking?
one down, four to go.
[ rumble ]
why don't you tell us what
your purpose is, worth?
often wondered that myself.
[ sigh ]
i'm just a guy.
i work in an office building,
doing office building stuff.
i wasn't exactly bursting with
joie de vivre before i got here.
life just sucks in general.
oh, i can't stand that attitude.
because he's right?
what's your purpose, quentin?
kids.
three of them.
i haven't made my peace yet.
but i'm getting outta
here no matter what.
that's where my
strength comes from.
you people find yours
wherever you got it.
for christ's sake, worth,
what do you live for?
don't you have a wife or
a girlfriend or something?
nope. but i've got a pretty fine
collection of pornography.
holloway: how nice!
nice!
i haven't got anybody either,
but i'm not giving up.
i am pissed off.
they came into our homes.
they stripped us bare.
they took my rings.
they took... oh, my amethyst.
[ rumble ]
i want to know
who's responsible.
quentin: leaven.
your glasses.
you don't need them.
they're for reading.
well, they took off her
jewellery, but they must have...
put these on you.
if nothing's random,
why are they here?
quentin: leaven, what do
you do in school?
math!
what can they mean?
sssh!
[ click of release ]
leaven: prime numbers.
i can't believe
i didn't see it before.
quentin: see what?
it seems like if any of these
numbers are prime,
then the room is trapped.
okay, um, 645.
[ whispering ] 645.
that's not prime.
no.
right. 11 times 59.
it's not prime either.
so that room is safe.
wait, wait, wait. how can
you make that assumption
based on one prime
number trap?
i'm not. the incinerator
thing was prime.
the molecular-chemical
thingy had 137.
the acid room had 149.
you remember
all that in your head?
i have a facility for it.
quentin: leaven.
you beautiful brain.
boot it.
[ grunt of effort ]
okay, out of the way.
leaven: brains before beauty.
safe!
[ gasp of relief ]
safe!
[ laugh of triumph ]
prime numbers!
prime numbers!
prime numbers.
prime numbers.
prime numbers...
[ music ]
leaven: how long have
we been in here?
quentin: nine or ten hours.
leaven: how do you know?
quentin: 5:00 o'clock shadow.
last thing i remember
was shaving.
leaven: i guess i missed
breakfast.
or lunch. or whatever.
quentin: well, don't worry.
i'll have you home
in time for dinner.
leaven: if we get out,
i'll make you dinner.
quentin: you've got a date.
[ music ]
[ click of release ]
doing good.
[ rumble ]
i need to smoke.
i'd smoke a butt
off the sidewalk.
holloway,
just reel yourself in a bit.
come on. we're
moving along.
things are looking up.
okay, okay, you're right.
i quit smoking years ago.
[ harsh breath ]
i just need to be occupied.
quentin: talk then. have
a conversation.
what kind of doctor
are you anyway?
uh, oh you know,
i'm the free kind.
okay, chit-chat.
chit-chat. um...
um, come on, help me.
uh, tell me about
your rug-rats.
okay.
we have three boys.
nine, seven and five.
oh, good god!
the poor woman. there's
no way i'd survive that.
yeah.
she didn't either.
no, she's not dead. she...
we're just separated.
uh, i'm sorry.
i can't just
shoot the breeze.
these numbers aren't prime.
okay. clear.
excuse me. sorry.
you, uh, could try and
help me out here, buddy.
no i couldn't.
[ rumble ]
this one's trapped too.
we have to backtrack?
not yet.
holloway: oh, no.
read them to me.
holloway: what are you?
his coat rack?
leaven: look, please.
[ grunts of effort ]
[ rattling of portal ]
it's stuck.
[ releasing of portal ]
man: [ wailing ]
leaven: look out!
[ grunts of landing ]
[ closing of portal ]
this room is green.
[ bumping of head ]
holloway.
hl, there.
this room is green.
holloway: yes, it is.
i wanna go back
to the blue room.
what is it?
shock or what?
i think he's
mentally handicapped.
i like the blue room.
jesus christ!
he almost broke my neck.
hey, there, are you all alone?
do you want
to hold my hand, honey?
butter first,
then honey, kazan.
butter first, then honey...
how'd he survive?
kazan: i want to go
back to the blue room.
there's lots of blue rooms. we'll
find you another one real soon.
leaven: this is just
way too bizarre.
well you just worry
about your numbers then.
go on. i'll look after him.
safe, obviously,
since he almost
fell on my head.
holloway: should we go
for a walk?
kazan? you want to go
for a walk?
[ whimpering ]
holloway: um, quentin?
kazan: [ wailing ]
let's not make him do the
climbing thing right away.
holloway!
holloway.
holloway: could they have taken
us all the way to new mexico?
quentin: what are you talking
about, holloway?
holloway: i'm talking about where
do you hide something this big?
at least he's good
for something.
hey, i'm sorry to shake your
foundations, quentin,
but you have no idea where
your tax dollars go.
free clinic doctors.
holloway: only the military-
industrial complex
could afford to build
something this size.
holloway?
what is the military
industrial complex?
have you ever
been there?
i'm telling you, it's not
that complex.
how would you know
from where you are?
who do you think
the establishment is?
[ snort ] it's just
guys like me.
their desks are bigger
but their jobs aren't.
they don't conspire.
they buy boats.
quentin: no, this place is...
remember scaramanga?
the bad guy in "the man
with the golden gun".
yeah?
it's some rich psycho's
entertainment.
[ snort of laughter ]
is that what you think?
clear!
[ jeering laughter ]
okay.
you're a cop.
single bullet theory.
right on!
[ choking gasps ]
[ wailing ]
gas!
holloway!
get back here.
[ coughing / gagging ]
[ gulp ]
holloway: it's okay.
i just swallowed my button.
[ sighs of relief ]
kazan: [ wailing ]
leaven: i hate this!
your boy's having a
conniption fit in there.
it's like cramming
without coffee.
she needs a break.
she can do it.
kazan: [ moaning ]
they all look prime to me.
that your two-bits worth,
worth?
for what it's worth.
[ whimpering ]
well?
well, he's right.
they're not prime.
leaven: stop!
in front of you.
[ howl of pain ]
what is it?
[ wailing ]
ow! ow!
[ gasp of pain ]
kazan: [ wailing ]
shut up!
i don't know what happened.
it wasnt prime.
quentin, hold still.
kazan: [ wailing ]
somebody stop that racket.
worth!
leave the boots.
[ opening of portal ]
kazan: [ howling ]
and shut the fucking door.
i had a feeling about
that fucking guy.
he knew about that trap.
but these numbers
aren't prime.
then your number system
failed. but he knew.
knew what?
how would he know?
you're the paranoid one.
think about it.
his only function so far has
been to kick us when we're down.
so he has a bad attitude. are
you saying that makes him a spy?
trust me on this. it's my job
to read people like an x-ray.
[ opening of portal ]
[ whimpering ] he doesn't
like red rooms.
[ closing of portal ]
[ moaning ]
[ sigh ]
so what happened?
you saw what happened.
quentin.
i guess the numbers are more
complicated than i thought.
maybe they mean
nothing at all.
leaven: no, it means
they're more involved.
they've worked for us up till
now, havent they?
i just need some more time
with them.
well, we need to rest anyway.
well, that's handy,
'cause there's not a fuck
of a lot else we can do.
are they telling you anything?
they're not tarot cards.
[ sigh ] do you have any idea
how many variables
i have to consider
before i can decipher
numbers this size?
they don't reveal
themselves right away.
they're like people.
leaven: oh, gross!
[ moaning ]
oh, not here, honey.
over in the corner.
[ splatter of urinating ]
well, he's just peeing.
jesus christ!
that's excellent.
now it totally
reeks in here.
you find this
all pretty funny, don't you?
what's your fucking
problem, worth?
even holloway's
holding up better than you.
get over there and help
her with him.
that's your job:
babysitter.
ja'wohl, kommandant.
somebody has to take
responsibility around here.
and that somebody
has to be you.
not all of us have the luxury
of playing nihilist.
not all of us are conceited
enough to play hero.
his is a will to live.
everybody's got it,
worth, even you.
especially you, hiding behind
that cynical front.
a will to live.
that's the warm, cosy
feeling deep inside?
thanks, quentin,
i'm a new man.
oh! poor worth!
nobody loves me.
if that's the chip
on your shoulder,
why didn't you just
lie down and die?
[ click of release ]
do it.
show us you have some backbone,
and jump in the sushi machine.
be a man.
thought so.
fuck you, quentin.
i don't wanna die.
i'm just being realistic.
you think they'd go to all this
trouble if we could just walk out?
they would have left us clues
and let us beat it so far,
if there wasn't a way out?
you think we matter? we don't.
ah, put us out of your misery,
so we can get out of here.
-you're not getting out of here.
-yes, we are.
no, you're not.
yes, we are.
there is no way out of here.
quentin: gotcha.
[ rumble ]
how...
do you know that?
answer the question, worth.
oh, god!
who are you?
i'm the poisoner.
i designed the outer shell.
what?
the shell of the sarcophagus.
you built this thing?
not this part, the exterior.
i... i don't know anything
about the numbers
or anything else in here.
i was contracted to draw up
plans for a hollow shell.
a cube.
leaven: a cube?
why didn't you tell us?
for god's sakes, worth,
you knew what it was.
no.
worth.
you're lying.
it's not a first.
holloway: who's behind it?
i dunno.
who hired you?
i didn't ask.
[ snort ] i never even
left my office.
i talked to them on the phone;
other guys like me,
specialists working on...
on small details.
nobody knew what it was.
nobody cared.
bull shit!
you knew from square one.
look at him.
he's up to his eyeballs in
this thing.
no, quentin.
that's how they stay hidden.
you keep everyone separated,
so the left hand doesn't know
what the right hand is doing.
the brain never comes
out in the open.
whose brain?
it's all the same
machine, right?
the pentagon, multi-
national corporations,
the police!
if you do one little job,
you build a widget
in saskatoon,
and the next thing you know,
it's two miles
under the desert,
the essential component
of a death machine.
i was right.
all along, my whole
life, i knew it.
i told you, quentin.
nobody's ever going to
call me paranoid again.
we've got to get out of here
and blow the lid off this thing.
[ laboured breathing ]
holloway, you don't get it.
then help me please.
i need to know.
this may be hard for
you to understand,
but there is no conspiracy.
nobody is in charge.
it... it's a headless blunder
operating under the illusion
of a master plan.
can you grasp that?
big brother is
not watching you.
what kind of fucking
explanation is that?
it's the best
you're gonna get.
i looked, and the only
conclusion i could come to
is that there is
nobody up there.
somebody had to say,
"yes," to this thing.
- what thing?
- only we know what it is.
we have no idea what it is.
we know more
than anybody else.
i mean, somebody might have
known sometime before they got--
they got fired or
voted out or sold it.
but if this place
ever had a purpose,
then it got miscommunicated
or... or...
or lost in the shuffle.
i mean, this is an accident;
a... a forgotten perpetual
public works project.
do you think anybody
wants to ask questions?
all they want is a... is a clear
conscience and a fat pay check.
i mean, i leaned on my shovel
for months on this one.
this was a great job.
why put people in it?
because it's here.
you have to use it,
or you admit it's pointless.
but it... it is pointless.
[ snort ]
quentin, that's my point.
what have we come to?
it's so much worse
than i thought.
not really.
just more pathetic.
you make me sick, worth.
i make me sick too.
we're both part of the system.
i drew a box.
you walk a beat.
it's like you said, quentin.
just keep your head down,
keep it simple,
just look at what's in
front of you.
nobody wants to see
the big picture.
life's too complicated.
i mean, let's face it,
the reason we're here
is that it's outta control.
this is how we
ruin the world?
leaven: well, duh!
have you been on
glue all your lives?
i felt guilty for ruining the
world since i was like seven.
god!
if you need someone to blame,
throw a rock.
[ heavy sigh ]
well, i feel better.
that's why you
stayed with us.
to confess.
[ rumble ]
still looking for someone
to bust, quentin?
[ music ]
[ grunts of struggle ]
[ groans ]
leaven: quentin, stop it!
stop it!
we need him.
what for?
have you gone
absolutely mad?
he's the only one who knows
anything about the place.
[ laboured breathing ]
[ grunt ]
worth.
h-hi.
so there's this outer shell?
yeah.
and it's a cube, right?
like this?
i assume so.
are there any doors?
there's one door.
where?
where the door guy put it.
worth: six guesses and
it's sealed from the outside.
and what are the dimensions
of the outer shell?
[ shuddering ]
may i?
come on, honey,
slide over.
[ sigh ]
the inner cube can't be
flush to the shell wall.
i know that.
there's a space.
one cube?
i don't know.
it makes sense.
okay, well...
the biggest that
the cube can be then
is 26 rooms high,
[ rumble ]
oh, god.
that makes me queasy.
descartes.
leaven, you are a genius.
what? what?
leaven: cartesian coordinates.
of course. coded cartesian
coordinates.
they're used in geometry
to plot points
on a three-dimensional graph.
in english?
slower.
i'm sure these numbers
are markers.
a grid reference like...
latitude and longitude on a map.
the numbers tell us where
we are inside the cube.
well, where are we?
it works! okay, um,
all we have to do is add
the numbers together.
x-coordinate is 19,
y is...
so that places us...
seven rooms from the edge.
all right.
let's go.
just out of curiosity,
i mean, don't hit me
again or anything,
but what are you going
to do when you get there?
maybe we can get
the door open.
oh.
what we need to
do is figure out
how to get around the traps.
i'm dealing with that, holloway.
i'm looking for practical
solutions here.
well, you haven't
found any yet.
we'll cut the risk,
with the numbers
and the boot.
worth will go in first.
holloway: no, he won't, quentin.
we take turns.
relax.
quentin: room for two
in there?
[ grunts of effort ]
what's the matter?
these coordinates;
what about 'em?
well, they don't
make sense.
assuming the cube is 26
rooms across,
there can't be a coordinate
larger than 26.
if this were right, then we
would be outside of the cube.
no, not outside
of the cube.
oh. guess that means we're
not having dinner.
kazan:
trap. trap. trap. trap.
trap. trap. trap.
trap!
[ rush of movement ]
trap!
[ rush of movement ]
sound activated.
boo!
[ rush of movement ]
[ closing of portal ]
lovely.
how come the sound of the door
opening didn't set it off?
must be rigged
to ignore it.
holloway:
so that's it?
the edge is surrounded by traps.
well, i guess we have
to backtrack,
and try somewhere else.
quentin: who knows how many
detours we'll have to take.
i say we cross the bitch.
right!?
how many boots do we
have left, holloway?
quentin: get it off him.
we know how it works.
we just have to be quiet.
that's pretty fucking quiet.
quentin: i'm glad you're
on his side, worth,
'cause you're up.
kazan: [ squawk ]
and he's not coming.
of course he is.
no way!
you're not leaving him behind.
he's unpredictable.
when we get to the edge
we can come back for him,
but he'll get some-
body killed here.
am i right?
holloway: shame on you.
will you look at yourselves?
what have you turned into?
they may have
taken our lives away,
but we're still human beings.
that's all we've got left.
we'll come back for him.
that's a lie
and you know it.
[ rumble ]
[ humming ]
he'll be quiet.
[ opening of portal ]
[ rumble ]
[ click of release ]
both: [ mouthing silently ]
[ mouthing silently ]
[ click of release ]
[ mouthing inaudibly ]
[ clicking of handle ]
[ click of release ]
ha!
[ rush of movement ]
quentin: [ yelling ]
leaven: [ screaming ]
you fucking fuck!
all right. that's enough!
he's a trap!
let him go right now.
the law of the jungle, holloway,
he's endangering the pack.
let him go, you nazi!
what did you call me?
quentin, you let
that innocent boy go.
you listen to me, woman.
every day i mop up after
your bleeding heart.
the only reason
you even exist
is because i keep you.
[ whispering ]
i know your type.
no kids.
no man to fuck you.
so you go
around outraged,
sticking your nose up other
people's assholes,
sniffing their business.
quentin: you missed your
boat, holloway.
you're all dried
up inside there, aren't you?
that's your
fucking problem.
how dare you
say that to her?
you don't know
her, quentin.
none of us know
each other here.
oh... i do.
no, you don't!
no wonder your wife left you.
all that bottled up anger.
and a thing for young girls.
holloway: [ yelp of pain ]
kazan: [ moaning ]
[ snort ]
[ moaning ]
god help you, quentin.
huh!
did you smack your
kids around too?
is anybody besides me
interested in what's on the
other side of that door?
open it.
door number six, not number one,
door number two?
open the fucking thing.
[ whispering ] sunshine.
[ click of release ]
[ opening of portal ]
[ whistling of wind ]
night time.
worth: my old friend the shell.
it's there.
[ calling ] morning.
[ echoes ] morning. morning.
morning. morning...
quentin: hang on to me.
can't see shit.
nothing to hang on to.
we gotta try something.
we gotta see if the door's
over there.
someone has to swing over
there and take a look.
worth: swing?
quentin: we make a rope...
out of clothes.
take 'em off.
i'll tie it around myself.
oh, yeah, you're gonna go.
you weigh like 500 pounds.
it'll snap in two seconds.
i'm the lightest.
forget it.
i'll go.
i'm going, holloway.
she's right, quentin,
you're too heavy.
i'm the lightest after leaven.
anyways, it's my turn.
how long did you know
people were
being put in here?
a couple of months.
that's not long,
if you consider your whole life.
[ snort ] i am.
you opened my eyes, worth.
that's something.
david.
helen.
you're such a helen.
[ sigh of determination ]
[ gasp of fear ]
that's as far as you go.
holloway:
there's nothing down here.
hold tight.
i'll try swinging over there.
[ grunt of effort ]
[ gasps ]
brace yourselves.
i'm going to try again.
[ grunt of effort ]
[ grunts ]
[ gasp ] okay.
one more time.
worth: hurry!
you're getting heavy.
[ grunt of effort ]
leaven: [ gasp ]
[ rumble ]
what the hell's going on?
quentin:
get up here now.
[ grunts of effort ]
[ music ]
[ laugh of relief ]
worth: quentin!
leaven: have you got her?
worth: what's going on?
leaven: quentin?
is she okay?
[ screaming ]
she, uh...
slipped.
kazan: holloway?
[ sobbing ]
kazan: [ moaning ]
worth: hush. come on, kazan.
[ louder moaning ]
kazan, will you
please stop doing that?
leaven.
you gotta be
strong, sweetheart.
don't even talk to me.
we gotta get down
to the bottom.
it'll be easier to get on
to the shell from there.
it's a long fucking way
with only one boot,
but we gotta do it before
we get too weak.
you gotta keep cracking
the numbers, leaven.
i can't think any more.
sure you can.
it's your gift.
it's not a gift.
it's just a brain.
let her sleep for awhile.
we haven't slept in fuck
knows how long.
all right.
one hour.
how the fuck are you gonna
know how long an hour is?
an hour is as long as i say.
[ music ]
[ sleepily ]
what are you doing?
we have to make it down
to the bottom.
it'll be quiet there and
you can concentrate.
you just wanna leave them?
they're traps, leaven.
we're the key.
i'll get us down there.
you'll think us out.
believe in me.
try and see what i see;
how my mind works,
the flash when
i look into someone's head,
like a fucking x-ray.
i looked through the walls.
i dreamed him,
at his desk,
designing everything.
yeah.
he can't let you
solve the puzzle, see?
'cause there is a purpose.
we are the purpose.
the cube...
is us.
[ rumble ]
quentin... we fit,
like numbers.
a man and a woman;
two halves of the equation.
i'll take you down;
the perfect key.
i'll slip you in the lock.
[ gasp of repulsion ]
leaven.
it's time to go down.
[ whimpering ]
worth: [ growl of attack ]
[ closing of portal ]
getaway from her.
quentin: leaven.
they're fucking spies:
him, the retard.
holloway had outside
information about my family.
but she slipped up, didn't she?
she crossed the line.
you dropped her.
just go, quentin.
give us the boot, you pig.
[ howl of effort ]
[ groan ]
[ moaning ]
you don't want the boot.
[ groan ]
[ moans ]
[ gasping ]
[ click of release ]
quentin: you want to come
with us, worth?
down the hatch.
worth: [ screaming ]
[ sobbing ]
worth: [ laughing ]
what the fuck's with him?
worth: [ hysterical laughter ]
[ giggling madly ]
[ ominous ]
how did he...?
[ gulping ]
it's... it's...
it's "the wren".
the old wrenster.
[ giggling ]
how could...?
we're going in circles.
[ snort of laughter ]
that can't be.
where are we?
i don't know.
[ opening of portal ]
where are we?
you figure it out.
you haven't done anything.
all you did was freak out,
you...
murderer!
[ sobbing ]
[ giggling ]
[ rumble ]
i guess you were
right, worth.
there is no way
out of here.
[ snuffling ]
[ gasps of despair ]
[ sobbing ]
getaway from me.
quentin: [ blubbering ]
wasn't rennes killed
in that room?
[ click of release ]
how come there's
nothing out there?
it's the edge.
we weren't at
the edge before.
where's the room
that killed rennes?
fuck off!
oh, that was good.
what difference does it make?
we're dead anyways.
hey!
listen to what i'm saying.
there was a room
there before.
we haven't been
moving in circles.
the rooms have.
of course.
the rooms.
that explains the
thunder and the shaking.
we've been shifting
the whole time.
it's... it's the only
logical explanation.
i'm such an idiot.
what are you on to, leaven?
give me a minute.
okay.
the numbers are markers,
points on a map, right?
right.
and how do you map a
point that keeps moving?
permutations.
permu-what?
permutations.
a list of all the coordinates
that the room
passes through.
like a map that tells you
where the room starts,
how many times it moves,
and where it moves to.
a number tells you all that?
i don't know.
see, i've only been looking
at one point on the map,
which is probably
the starting position.
all i saw was what
the cube looked like
before it started
to move.
okay, so it's moving.
how do we get out?
i know where the exit is.
where?
stay away from me.
back off, quentin.
i just want to know.
don't you want to know?
you remember that room
we passed through before?
the one with the coordinate
larger than 26?
what about it?
that coordinate placed the room
outside the cube.
[ closing of portal ]
a bridge! right.
but only in
its original position.
what are you talking about?
uh...
look.
the room starts off as a bridge.
and then it... it moves
its way through the maze,
which is where we ran into it.
but at some point,
it must return
to its original position.
so the bridge
is only a bridge...
for a short period of time.
this thing is like a giant
combination lock.
when the rooms are in their
starting position, the lock is open.
but when they move out of
alignment, the lock closes.
with a structure this size,
it must take days
for the rooms
to complete a full cycle.
so when does it open?
[ rumble ]
[ music ]
don't.
to find the original
coordinates,
the numbers are added together
to find the permutations,
then subtracted
from one another.
that's it.
this room moves to zero, one,
and negative one
on the x-axis,
two, five and
negative seven on y,
and one, negative
one and zero on z.
what does that mean?
you suck at math.
okay, i need the room numbers
around us as a reference point.
worth: six, six, six.
eight, nine, seven.
four, six, six.
[ opening of portal ]
five, six, seven.
eight, nine, eight.
okay?
yes.
and five, four, five.
did you get that?
worth: six, five, six.
seven, seven, eight.
four, six, two.
that's enough.
x is 17, y is 25,
and z is 14.
which means this room
makes two more moves
before returning to
its original position.
do we have time?
maybe.
then let's go.
can you work the
traps for this system?
fuck the traps. let's
get to the bridge.
well you threw out our
last boot, you fucking idiot.
technically i can
identify the traps.
technically?
i thought they were identified
by prime numbers, they're not.
they're identified by numbers
that are the power of a prime.
okay, so?
can you calculate that?
the numbers are huge.
but you can, right?
yes, you can.
i'd have to calculate the
number of factors in each set.
maybe if i had a computer...
you don't need
a computer. yes, i do.
figure it out. i can't!
i'm not dying
in a fucking rat maze.
look!
nobody in the whole world
could do it mentally.
look at the numbers:
there's no way i
can factor that.
i can't even start on 567.
it's astronomical.
kazan: two.
astronomical.
what did you say?
astronomical.
worth: before that.
factors?
how many factors, kazan?
of 567?
two.
what? are you
fucking kidding?
kazan, how many
factors does 30 have?
three.
leaven: how about seven?
one. gum drop.
i don't have any gum drops.
kazan: gum drop.
kazan?
i'll give you a whole box of
gum drops for each answer.
gum drops come in bags.
okay, you want 'em in bags,
you got 'em in bags.
kazan: i don't like
the red ones.
[ click of release ]
[ opening of portal ]
eight, nine, eight.
two.
five, four, five. two.
he's giving us the factors.
astronomical.
you're telling me
telethon boy is a genius?
leaven: by those numbers,
the room should be safe.
only one way to find out.
[ gasping ]
don't!
worth: [ groaning ]
the room is safe.
kazan.
my man.
[ moaning ]
quentin: what's the number,
buddy boy?
hey!
right here.
look here!
make him do it.
[ grunt ]
kazan, we're gonna do some
numbers now, okay?
we like to do numbers, right?
prime numbers.
that's right.
can you tell me
the factor of 656?
two.
t-two.
three.
clear. move.
quentin: come on.
come on, let's go.
you too, worth.
move your scrawny ass,
worth.
i'm not through with
you yet.
leaven, open that door.
get einstein working on
the numbers.
[ choking ]
oh, gee.
go!
worth...
worth: hurry!
leaven.
[ moaning ]
please, kazan, 563.
you fucker, you're dead!
two.
clear.
one.
trapped.
check the floor.
is he dead?
no. not quite.
[ grunt of effort ]
quentin: not even close!
[ muffled ] when i get outta
here, i'll...
quentin: where is he?
come here.
i said, "come here, right..."
[ howling ]
[ moan ]
worth: got ya!
that way.
two. clear!
four. clear!
worth: oh!
leven: [ voice echoes ]
well...
[ rumble ]
worth: i guess that
proves our theory.
numbers.
kazan: four. two.
three. clear.
[ rumble ]
both: kazan!
[ rumble ]
[ panting ]
kazan: [ wailing ]
listen.
he hasn't moved far.
i'll go find him.
what do you think?
you don't have a
lot of lives left.
oh!
oh!
[ grunt of landing ]
kazan: oh!
[ whimpering ]
[ gasp ]
[ clicking of handle ]
[ opening of portal ]
kazan?
i didn't move.
good. but you're going
to climb up here, okay?
i don't like that.
worth, get back
here right now.
five bags of gum drops.
leaven: listen to me, worth.
this room's next move
takes us to the bridge.
we're coming.
[ rumble ]
over here.
leaven: move it.
we don't have much
time. come on.
[ rumble ]
[ gasps ]
[ moaning ]
worth?
worth!
[ moan ] oh!
oh, this better be it.
it... it should be.
[ groan ]
where?
[ sigh ]
[ click of release ]
[ whistling of wind ]
oh, well.
[ closing of portal ]
give it a minute.
be patient.
so, guess what?
no!
this is the room
we started in.
i was right.
we should never have
moved in the first place.
[ rumble ]
[ click of release ]
[ opening of portal ]
huh!
the bridge.
red.
kazan.
kazan: four, two,
four.
clear.
[ closing of portal ]
[ click of release ]
[ opening of portal ]
[ music ]
[ moan ]
worth?
go ahead.
what are you doing?
you can't quit now.
it's not your fault.
i have nothing to
live for out there.
what is out there?
worth: the boundless
human stupidity.
i can live with that.
[ gasp ]
[ wheezing ]
[ coughing ]
[ howling ]
no-o-o!
[ grunt of attack ]
kazan: [ moaning ]
[ grunts of struggle ]
kazan, get out
through the door.
kazan: [ wailing ]
[ grunts of struggle ]
[ groan ]
[ laboured breathing ]
[ rumble ]
[ turning of handle ]
red, kazan.
[ rumble ]
[ grunts of effort ]
[ howling ]
[ groan ]
[ music ]