Cube Page #5

HOLLOWAY:

So, he has a bad attitude. So you think that makes him spy.

QUENTIN:

Trust me on this, it's my job to read people like an x-ray.

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The door opens and Worth comes in with Kazan. Worth holds him for his eyes.

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WORTH:

He doesn't like red rooms.

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Worth makes Kazan, sit by himself.

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WORTH:

So what happened?

QUENTIN:

Pmfh, you saw what happened!

HOLLOWAY:

Quentin!

LEAVEN:

I guess the numbers are more complicated than I thought.

WORTH:

Maybe they mean nothing at all.

LEAVEN:

No, it means they're more involved, the works for us up to now have just been bad, I just need more time with them.

HOLLOWAY:

We need to rest anyway.

QUENTIN:

Well that's handy, like if there was nothing f***ing else we could do.

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The camera fades. Next time we see Leaven writing some numbers on a piece of metal.

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HOLLOWAY:

Are they telling you anything?

LEAVEN:

They're not Tarot-cards. Do you have any idea on how many variables I have to consider before I can decide from numbers this size!?!? They don't reveal themselves right away!

QUENTIN:

They're like people.

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Kazan pulls down his pants to pee.

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LEAVEN:

Oh, gross.

HOLLOWAY:

Erm, not here honey, over in the corner.

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Everybody looks at him.

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HOLLOWAY:

Well, he's just peeing!

QUENTIN:

Jesus Christ!

LEAVEN:

Excellent! Now it totally reeks in here!

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Worth laughs.

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QUENTIN:

And you find this all pretty funny, don't you?

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Quentin goes really close to Worth.

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QUENTIN:

What's your f***ing problem Worth? Even Holloway's holding up better than you. Get over there and help her with him. That's your job, babysitter!

WORTH:

Jawohl, Kommandant!

QUENTIN:

Somebody has to taka responsibility around here.

WORTH:

And that somebody has to be you.

QUENTIN:

Not all of us have a luxury of playing nihilists.

WORTH:

Not all of us are conceded enough to play hero.

QUENTIN:

It's the will to live, everybody's got it Worth, even you, especially you hiding behind that cynical front.

WORTH:

The will to live. That's the warm, coasy feeling deep inside. Thanks partner, I'm a new man.

QUENTIN:

Arh, poor Worth:
"Nobody loves me". If that's the chip on your shoulders, then why did you lug it all this way? Why didn't you just lie down and die!

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Quentin opens the door to the trap from before.

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QUENTIN:

Do it. Show us you have some backbone and jump into the sushimachine. Be a man.

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Everybody's waiting for Worth to answer. Finally Worth stands up.

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QUENTIN:

Thought so.

WORTH:

F*** you Quentin. I don't wanna die, I'm just being realistic. Do you think they just builded this thing so we could just walk out of it?

QUENTIN:

Do you think they would lay clues, if there wasn't a way out.

WORTH:

You think we matter, we don't

QUENTIN:

Put us out of your misery so we can get on and get out of here.

WORTH:

Oh, you're not getting out.

QUENTIN:

Yes, we are!

WORTH:

There is no way outta here!!!

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Long and nervebreaking silence.

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QUENTIN:

Got ya.

HOLLOWAY:

How... Do you know?

QUENTIN:

Answer the question Worth.

HOLLOWAY:

Oh, God!

QUENTIN:

Who are you?

WORTH:

I am the poison. I designed the outer shell.

HOLLOWAY:

What?

WORTH:

The shell, the sarcophagus.

LEAVEN:

You builded this thing?

WORTH:

Not this part, the exterior. I don't know anything about the numbers or anything else in here. I was contracted to draw plans for a hollow shell. A cube.

LEAVEN:

A cube! Why didn't you tell us?

HOLLOWAY:

For Gods sake, Worth. You knew what it was.

WORTH:

No

QUENTIN:

Worth! You're lying.

WORTH:

Not first.

HOLLOWAY:

Who's beyond it?

WORTH:

I don't know.

QUENTIN:

Who hired you?

WORTH:

I didn't ask. I never even left my office. I talked on the phone to some other guys like me. Specialists working on small details. Nobody knew what it was. Nobody cared.

QUENTIN:

Bullshit! You knew from square one. Look at him, he's up to his eyeballs in this thing.

HOLLOWAY:

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.

QUENTIN:

Whose brain?

HOLLOWAY:

It's all the same machine right. Pentagon. Multinational coorporations. The police! If you do one little job. You build a widget in Saskatoon. The next thing you know, it's two miles under the desert, the essential component of a deathmachine. I was right! All along my whole life I knew it. I told you Quentin. Nobody's ever call me paranoid again. We gotta get out of here and blow the lid of this thing.

WORTH:

Holloway, you don't get it.

HOLLOWAY:

Then tell me, please, I need to know.

WORTH:

It's maybe hard for you to understand, but there's no conspiracy. Nobody is in charge. It's a headless blunder operating under the illusion of a masterplan. Can you grasp that? Big brother is not watching you.

QUENTIN:

What kind of f***ing explanation is that?

WORTH:

It's the best you´re gonna get. I looked and the only explanation I can come to is that there is nobody up there.

QUENTIN:

Somebody had to say yes to this thing.

WORTH:

What thing? Only we know what it is.

QUENTIN:

We have no idea, what it is.

WORTH:

We know more than anybody else. I mean somebody might have known sometime, before they got fired or voted out or sold it. But if this place ever had a purpose, then it got miscommunicated or lost in the shuffle. This is an accident, a forgotten propetual, public, worksproject. Do you think anybody wants to ask questions? All they want is a clear conscience and a fat paycheck. I mean, I lead on my desk for months. This was a great job!

QUENTIN:

Why put people in it?

WORTH:

Because it's here. you have to use it or admit it's pointless.

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