Pi Page #9

MAX:

What is it!? What is it!?

Then his neighbors' lovemaking turns outright evil. It

sounds like Sodom and Gomorrah next door and Max

can barely stand it.

A jolt of pain surges into his head. He grabs his scar as he

vomits blood into the sink.

He starts banging his head against the mirror. He bangs

his head again and again until the mirror CRACKS!

His neighbors are cumming and their cries of joy are twisted

and agonizing.

The mathematician looks at himself and begins to sob. He

reloads the gun and fires it right into the scar on his head,

where the pain is coming from.

Max collapses to the ground in complete agony until the bare

bulb in the bathroom starts blinking on and off.

Suddenly the pain is gone.

Then he hears something. It's Euclid, buzzing with life. He

gets to his feet and head's into Euclid.

The main monitor is screaming with numbers. The lights in the

room flicker on and off like on a disco dance floor. A

filo substance billows out of Euclid.

And then a number pops onto the screen. Max estimates how many

digits are on the screen.

MAX:

Two...two hundred. That's it! That's it!

Max grabs a piece of paper and a pencil. He starts writing

down the number. He mumbles each digit as he sees it.

But then be stops writing. Power surge! He stares at the

number. Something clicks in his head. His eyes go wide. He

barely musters a—

MAX:

Oh...

We move closer and closer into the number, deeper and deeper

into the screen. Until finally a single pixel fills the screen

and we're in the

BLINDING WHITE VOID where we hear several deep peaceful

breaths.

Then, a fuse blows and we cut to:

BLACK:

A phone ringing...once...

twice...then we hear

MRS. OVADIA(O.S.)

He's alive. His eyes are moving.

DEVI (0.S.)

Yes, hello?

FADE BACK INTO THE MAIN ROOM Max's eyes slowly open.

DEVI (0.S)

(On the phone)

He's busy right now I'm sorry.

Max is sprawled out in front

of Euclid. A large amount of

blood, from his nose, is

semi-dried on his chin and

chest. Devi hangs up the phone.

The landlady, Mrs. Ovadia, and Farrouhk, brandishing a

crowbar, stand over him.

MAX:

What happened?

DEVI:

You were screaming...

MRS. OVADIA

Who told you you can put extra

locks on the door.

FARROUHK:

(To Mrs. OVADIA)

Shhh!

MAX:

(Suddenly jolting up and remembering)

The number, the number.

Max looks at Euclid. The screen is blank. He looks at the

mainframe. It is covered with the filo substance. Then be

looks at the piece of paper he wrote the number on. Only a few

dozen numbers are on the page. The last number be wrote is

barely a scribble.

MRS. OVADIA

You're out, you hear me, you're out.

I've had enough of you. Look at all

this junk.

He starts reciting the numbers. Then Max suddenly realizes

something. He continues reciting the numbers from memory.

MAX:

Four...zero...

seven...It's in my head,

it's in my head. Somehow I

memorized it. I got it up

here!

He points to his head.

MAX:

But what is it?

Mrs. Ovadia starts looking at all the junk in the room.

DEVI:

Are you okay?

MRS. OVADIA

What is this stuff? What does it do?

Max finally realizes that all these strangers are in his womb.

He flips.

MAX:

0ut, out, you have to get

out. Get out, get out it's my

room!

FARROUHK:

(To Devi)

Let's go.

The phone starts ringing again.

MRS. OVADIA

That's it, no way. You're

the one out of here, mister.

MAX:

Out! 0utt

The three neighbors retreat to the front door.

DEVI:

Are you okay?

MAX:

Out! Get out!

Max slams the door in their faces.

Max rubs his chin and looks around the room. He starts

saying the number to himself He gets more and more

excited as he reads each digit.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT

Max stirs cream into his coffee. Then he pulls out the

Journal.

A phone continues to RING.

In the clouds of the Lancet-Percy ad - in The Journal Max

writes down the two hundred and sixteen digit number. He

studies it, examines it, draws on it, tries to figure out what

it is.

MAX (V.O.)

Saturday? Dark outside. There

was a moment there...when, I don't

know...when I didn't exist. What? What?

We hear a phone being picked up. The ringing stops. Silence,

then:

MARCY DAWSON (O.S.)

Max, is that you? Max?

(Pleading)

Max, just talk to me. Things

are a bit out of hand down

here. People are getting

desperate.

(Suddenly firm)

We had a deal, Max. A deal.

Talk to us, Max.

We hear the sound of a phone hanging up.

At the coffee counter, Max pops a handful of pills and

crumples the paper.

INT. MAX'S BATHROOM - LATER

Max stares at his BALD head in the mirror. All of his hair has

been removed. A fleshy scar sits on his scalp above his right

ear.

Max ignores the incessantly RINGING phone.

Max flips through an old neuroscience book. He examines a few

illustrations and finds the part of his brain that's killing

him.

MAX (V.0.)

Must be an explanation, must be a

reason. Must.

With a thick black marker, he carefully outlines the part of

his head that is causing the pain.

INT. MAX'S APARTMENT-LATER

Max sits in his chair staring at the stock market monitor. The

phone continues to RING.

Numbers drift by.

A single beam of sunlight leaks through the window and shines

on the edge of the screen. Walking along the edge in the

sunlight is a tiny ant.

MAX:

Bastard.

Max gets up to squash it. But as he gets closer he suddenly

feels mercy. He looks at the ant in awe.

And then, his attention switches to the ticker.

MAX:

Two and a quarter, twelve

and an eighth, six and two

eighths.

Max states the numbers right before they enter onto the

screen.

MAX:

I know these...Seven

and a quarter. Two and a half

...oh...oh...

Max strains to figure out what is going an. Suddenly, he's

overwhelmed with fear.

MAX:

My God. It's gonna

crash, it's gonna f***ing

crash.

INT. SOL'S APARTMENT - DUSK

Max charges into the room. Sot is looking at his Go board. Sol

looks up when Max comes in.

SOL:

You're early. I was just

studying our...

(Noticing ,Max's head)

What did you do to yourself?

MAX:

You lied to me.

SOL:

I thought you were going

to take a break.

MAX:

You found the two sixteen

number in Pi, didn't you? You

saw it.

Sol doesn't respond.

MAX:

I saw it, Sol. I don't

know what happened, but I

know things. The market is

going to crash. It's going to

crash. It hasn't yet, but I

know it will. I saw it, Sol.

What is it, Sol? What's the

number?

Sol sighs. He looks down at the board and collects himself.

SOL:

You have it?

MAX:

It's in my head!

SOL:

(Leveling with Max)

Okay, sit down.

Max does.

SOL:

I gave up before I

pinpointed it. But my guess

is that certain problems

cause computers to get stuck

in a particular loop. The loop

leads to meltdown, but

right before they crash they...

they become "aware" of

their own structure. The

computer has a sense of its

own silicon nature and it

prints out its ingredients.

MAX:

The computer becomes conscious?

SOL:

In some ways...I guess...

MAX:

(To himself)

Studying the pattern made Euclid

conscious of itself. Before it died it

spit out the number That consciousness

is the number.

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