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That's what he said.

QUENTIN:

Start with us. We got an escapeartist and a cop. There's gotta be a reason for that. You're a doctor Holloway. That gives you a function, a reason, right?

HOLLOWAY:

No, it just makes me go: "Why me, and not one of the ten million other doctors out there"!

QUENTIN:

Leaven. What are you?

LEAVEN:

Nothing, I jst go to school, hang out with my friends.

QUENTIN:

What else?

LEAVEN:

There is nothing else. My parents are these people I live with them... I'm boring.

HOLLOWAY:

I think we have to ask the big questions: What does it want? What is it thinking?

WORTH:

One down, four to go.

QUENTIN:

Why don't you tell us what your purpose is Worth!

WORTH:

I've wondered that myself. I'm just a guy, I work in an officebuilding, doing officebulding stuff. I wasn't actually bursting joie de vivre before I got here. Life just sucks in general.

HOLLOWAY:

I can't stand that attitude.

LEAVEN:

Because, he's right.

QUENTIN:

What´s your purpose Quentin?

QUENTIN:

Kids.. Three of them... I haven't made my piece yet. I'm getting out of here no matter what. That's where my strength comes from. You people find yours wherever you got it. For Christ's sake. What do you live for? Don't you have a wife or a girlfriend or something?

WORTH:

Nope, I got a pretty nice collection of pornography

HOLLOWAY:

Nice, nice. I ain't got anyone either, but I'm not giving up. I'm pissed off. The came into our homes. They stripped us bare. They took my rings. They took my... my amethyst. I wanna know who's responsible.

QUENTIN:

Leaven, your glasses? You don't need them?

LEAVEN:

Only for reading.

QUENTIN:

Well, they took off her jewelry, but they must have put these on you. If nothing is random... why are they here.

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Quentin opens a door in the wall. We see three numbers: 582 434 865. On the other side there's the numbers: 149 413 568.

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QUENTIN:

Leaven, what do you read in school? Math?

HOLLOWAY:

What can they mean?

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Leaven takes the glasses and begins to study the numbers.

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LEAVEN:

149?

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Leaven opens a new door. The numbers we see are: 645 372 xxx -649

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LEAVEN:

Primenumbers. I can't believe I didn't see it before.

QUENTIN:

See what?

LEAVEN:

It seems like if any of these numbers of prime, then the room is trapped. Ok, 645... 645, that's not prime. 372... no. 649... Wait, 11 x 59, it's not prime either. So that room is safe.

QUENTIN:

Wait, wait, wait. How can you make that decision based on one primenumbertrap?

LEAVEN:

I'm not. The incinerator thing was prime: 083. The molecularchemical thing had 137, the acidroom had 149.

HOLLOWAY:

You'd remembered all that in your head?

LEAVEN:

I have a facility for it.

QUENTIN:

Leaven, you beautiful brain... Boot it.

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Holloway throws the boot. Nothing happens.

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QUENTIN:

Ok, out of the way.

LEAVEN:

Brains before beauty.

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Leaven jumps into the room............... Nothing happens......

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LEAVEN:

SAFE! Primenumbers! Primenumbers! Primenumbers! Primenumbers!

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The camera pans around for some time. First we see the numbers: 656 778 462, then we see Leaven thinking.

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LEAVEN:

How long have we been in here

QUENTIN:

Nine or ten hours.

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We see a door closing. Then we see Leaven rubbing her eyes.

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HOLLOWAY:

How do you know?

QUENTIN:

5 'o clock stubble. the last thing I remember was shaving.

LEAVEN:

I guess I missed breakfeast... or lunch... or whatever

QUENTIN:

Now don't worry. I'll be home in time for dinner.

LEAVEN:

If we get out, I'l make you dinner.

QUENTIN:

You got a date.

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Quentin opens a door and Leaven looks at the numbers inside.

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QUENTIN:

Doing good.

HOLLOWAY:

I need to smoke! I could smoke a butt of a sidewalk.

QUENTIN:

Holloway... Just real yourself in a bit. Come on. Were moving along, things are looking up.

HOLLOWAY:

Ok. You're right, I quitted smoking years ago. I just need to be occupied.

QUENTIN:

Talk to me. Have a conversation. What kind of doctor are you anyway?

HOLLOWAY:

Uh, you know, the free kinda... Er, come on help me. Tell me about your rugrats.

QUENTIN:

Ok. We have three boys. Nine, seven and five.

HOLLOWAY:

Oh, good God. Poor woman. There's no way I'd survived that.

QUENTIN:

She didn't either................. She's not dead, we're just separated.

HOLLOWAY:

I'm sorry, I can't just shoot the breeze.

LEAVEN:

These numbers aren't prime.

QUENTIN:

Ok. Clear.

HOLLOWAY:

Excuse me, sorry.

QUENTIN:

You could try and help me out here buddy.

WORTH:

No, I couldn't

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The group crawls into the new room. Shortly afterwards they are in a green room, with everyone looking down in a new room.

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LEAVEN:

This one is trapped too.

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Quentin closes the door.

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HOLLOWAY:

We have to backtrack?

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Quentin looks up.

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QUENTIN:

Not yet.

LEAVEN:

Oh, no.

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Everyone looks up on the door. the Quentin looks at Leaven.

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LEAVEN:

Read them to me.

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Quentin takes of his shirt. Leaven is ready to hold it.

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HOLLOWAY:

What are you? His coatrack? Oh please.

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Quentin begins to crawls up to the door. As he wants to open the door, he says:

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QUENTIN:

It's stuck!

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As Quentin opens the door, a guy falls down and almost hits Leaven. Quentin jumps down and the new guy stands up.

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