i hit my head?
i just woke up here.
no one is gonna come.
oh great, so there's only 566 million 400.000 rooms in this thing.
that's what he said.
one down, four to go.
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.
nope, i got a pretty nice collection of pornography
no, i couldn't
she needs a break.
they don't look prime to me.
of course it's what is worth.
he doesn't like red rooms.
so what happened?
maybe they mean nothing at all.
jawohl, kommandant!
and that somebody has to be you.
not all of us are conceded enough to play hero.
the will to live. that's the warm, coasy feeling deep inside. thanks
fuck you quentin. i don't wanna die, i'm just being realistic. do you
you think we matter, we don't
oh, you're not getting out.
there is no way outta here!!!
i am the poison. i designed the outer shell.
the shell, the sarcophagus.
not this part, the exterior. i don't know anything about the numbers or
no
not first.
i don't know.
i didn't ask. i never even left my office. i talked on the phone to some
holloway, you don't get it.
it's maybe hard for you to understand, but there's no conspiracy. nobody
it's the best youre gonna get. i looked and the only explanation i can
what thing? only we know what it is.
we know more than anybody else. i mean somebody might have known
because it's here. you have to use it or admit it's pointless.
quentin.  that's my point.
not really, just more pathetic.
i make me sick too. were both part of the system. i drew a box - you
now i feel better.
still looking for someone to bust, quentin?
hi.
yeah.
i assume so.
there's one door.
wherever the doorguy put it. six guesses and it's sealed from the
434 feetsquare.
the inner cube cannot be flushed by the shell. there is a space.
i don't know. it makes sense.
just out of curuiosity. i mean don't hit me again or anything. but what
wrong.
pretty fucking quiet.
he'll be quiet.
door number six, not door number one, door number two.
my old friend the shell.
it's there. morning!
a couple of months.
i am.
david.
and such a helen.
hurry, you're getting heavy.
quentin.
what's going on?
sssh! come on kazan. kazan will you please stop doing that!
let her sleep for a while. we haven't slept for fucking hours.
how the fuck are you gonna know how long an hour is?
just go quentin
it's the wren, the old renster.
we've been going in circles
wasn't rennes killed in that room?
how come there's nothing out there.
we were not at the edge before. where's the room that killed rennes?
oh, that was good.
hey! listen to what i'm saying! there was a room there before! we haven't
that explains the thunder, the shaking. we've been shifting the whole
what are you on to leaven.
right.
permutations.
back off, quentin!
what about it?
a bridge?
so the bridge is just a bridge.
well the size of us.  it must take days to complete a full cycle.
do we have time?
can you work out the traps in the system?
well you threw out our last boot, you fucking idiot.
technically?
can you calculate that?
what did you say?
before that.
kazan, i'll give you a whole box of gumdrops for each answer.
you want 'em in bags, you got 'em in bags.
safe.
go! hurry!
check the floor.
not quite.
got ya. that way.
oh.
i guess that proves out theory. the numbers.
i'm gonna find him. what do you think?
kazan?
yeah, good. erm, you have to climb up here, ok?
five bags of gumdrops?
27 bags, deal.
we're coming.
eaoh, it' better be it.
where?
ooh, arh.
the bridge.
go ahead.
i have nothing to live for out there.
boundless human stupidity.
nooo!
kazan get out to the door!