All language subtitles for Cube 2-Hypercube[2002]DvDrip[Eng]-BugZ

Hello?.

Anyone here?.

Hello.

(roaring static)

(electronic hissing)

(screams)

(electrical buzz)

Numbers...

where's the goddamn numbers?.

There's something...

Oh shit.

I mean, they're my numbers...

Damn! Don't I at least
get a shot with my numbers,

you stupid fucks?.!

I want a chance!

I want a chance
like everyone else.

(woman screaming)

Oh my God.

Oh, you bastards.

Our Father Which art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,

on earth as it is
in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts
as we forgive our debtors.

Lead us not into temptation--

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For Thine...

is the kingdom...

and the power...

and the glory,
forever and ever.

Amen.

(electronic hissing)

Hello?.

Are you all right?.

Can you hear me?.

Are you hurt?.

(man growling)
(woman screaming)

Don't move.
Don't make a sound.

I said, "Don't move."

Are you alone?.

Blink once for yes,

twice for no.

Is there anyone else
in the other room?.

All right.

All right. I'm going
to release you.

But I can take you down again,
as quick as the first time.

So don't scream, understand?.

Once for yes,
twice for no.

Are you alone?.

All right.

All right.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?.

How many rooms
have you been in?.

What is this place?.

Man: I don't know. You tell me,
how many rooms you've been in?.

I don't know, five or six.
What about you?.

Uh...
this is my third.

You sure you didn't see
anyone else?.

No.

Have you?.

No.

So who are you?.

Who are you?.

(loud static)
What the fuck are those noises?.

Relax. This is just for show.
Pretend that you're scared.

Should be easy.

All right. Get down here now,
or she's dead.

Some hero.

I have that effect
on men.

Glad to see you haven't
lost your sense of humor.

(electronic hissing)

- Is this really necessary?.
- Just hang on.

Woman:
Isn't that the same--

Man: Yes.

(electronic hissing)

Man: Hey!

Come back!

(electronic hissing)

Wait.

Man: Jesus Christ.

Hey! Wait!

Where the fuck
do you think you're going?.

This guy sure moves quickly.
He's just gone.

Maybe something made him go,
maybe you should come back.

This place is awful.

Girl: Please don't hurt me.

Woman: Don't be frightened.

Don't worry.

There's nobody else here.
Just me.

I'm Kate.

What's your name?.

Sasha.

That's a beautiful name.

Don't worry.

Everything's going to be
all right, okay?.

Do you understand me?.

I'm just blind,

not retarded.

(electronic hissing)

(struggling)

Finally.

I was beginning to wonder
if I was the only one in here.

I kept hoping I would
find some other people.

I've been wondering around
these rooms for hours.

Stay away from me!

No one's going to hurt you.

Well, certainly not.

No. No.
I come in peace, young lady.

I'm Jerry.

This is Sasha.
She's blind.

And she's very scared.

What a bummer,

to be blind
in this place.

Do you know what
this place is?.

No. No. No.

I don't suppose,
either of you two could

Iet me know what
we're doing in here?.

No.

Oh... Jerry Whitehall.

Kate Filmore.

Kate: What are you doing?.

I'm marking the rooms.

This is the fourth room
you've been in?.

Yeah.

I thought you said you've been
wandering these rooms for hours.

Yeah. That's the weird thing
isn't it?.

Each one of these rooms,
has six of these doors,

or portals.

But no matter how many portals
I go through,

I always wound up
in the same three rooms.

Until now.

It's as if the rooms
were moving around or something.

Yeah. But I don't feel
any motion, do you?.

No.

It's just so strange.

I ran into this guy--
(rumbling)

Oh no.
It's getting closer!

- What is?.
- I don't know.

Something's coming after us,
and I don't think it likes us.

I don't hear any people.
I think it's just motors.

He wants us dead. We have
to get out of here right now.

Any suggestion
on which way to go next?.

Your guess is as good as mine.
I don't know.

Please, we have to move!

Uh... here.

Okay. Sasha, we're going to have
to climb a bit of a ladder.

Hold on to me.

- Move quickly.
- Get me out of here!

Man: Help!

- Help me!
- Jerry: Oh God!

There's a guy hanging.

I can't hold him
much longer!

- Jerry: Okay. I'm coming.
- Kate: Oh my God.

Sasha: What's happening?.

Man: Hurry!

Jerry: Hang on. Hang on.
Hang on.

Man: Grab his...

Jerry: I'm coming.
I'm coming.

Here...

Good girl. Good girl.

Sasha,
you're going to be okay.

Just stay here.
You're going to be okay.

(electronic hissing)

There you are.
You've found some friends, huh?.

Help me get him down.

Fantastic.

- Man: Give me some space.
- Kate: I'm here.

- Man: I can grab his legs.
- Jerry: I'm loosening the belt.

Man: All right.
All right. I got him.

I'm losing it.

Ready, you got it?.

- Man: Yeah.
- Hurry.

There it goes.

I know you want a cigarette,
but not yet.

- Jerry: Slowly. Easy.
- Kate: I've got his legs.

Kate: Lean him up
against this wall.

Okay. Watch his head.

That's it.

Just make sure he's upright.

He's alive.

He's breathing.

Man: Good.

He's military.

Colonel Thomas H. Maguire,
Department of Defense,

Jesus Christ.

He's Pentagon,
hi-tech liaison.

You...

how the hell would you know?.

A buddy of mine's
doing 10- 20 upstate

for cracking the mainframe
on the Pentagon two years ago.

I helped him write the code.
Maybe that's why I'm in here.

You know for sure
we're in prison?.

- I'm assuming--
- You know what they say.

(laughing)

Thanks.
That's helpful.

Jerry Whitehall. Thanks.

Simon Grady.

That's Kate.

Sasha.

I'm sorry. I didn't get
your name.

Max Reisler.

- Thanks.
- Kate: Sasha...

Sasha...

Jerry, could you...

Jerry:
Sure, of course.

Simon:
Come on, sit him up.

Jerry: Let's get you sitting
up straight here.

Sasha, you okay?.

This man's been beaten badly.

He's been tortured.

Look at his hand.

- Cigarette burns.
- Jesus.

Sasha:
They're coming for us next.

Don't you worry.
I won't let anyone hurt you.

I hope it's that easy, Kate.

There's nothing in here.

What do you think?.

I figure he knows something
he didn't want anyone to know.

That's usually why people
are tortured.

Max: How do you know,
Mr. Cigarette Burns?.

What are you, an expert?.

As a matter of fact,
you weedy little shit--

(electronic hissing)

Sasha: They're coming!
They're coming!

They're coming.
They're coming.

(Simon yelps)
Oh, hello.

Do you know where
the showers are?.

I seem to be lost, again.

I always get lost
in this gym.

I don't know why my daughter-in-law
insists on bringing me here.

It's all the way across town.

Jerry and Simon: Whoa.

Simon: Watch your step.
Watch your step.

Old lady: Thank you, dear.

Oh my goodness.

I'm afraid I can't help you
with the showers.

I'm Jerry.

You're not little Jerry Reisback,
are you?.

No.

Thank goodness. He's my paperboy,
and I owe him $10.

Right. Well, this is Simon.

Kate and Sasha.

Hello.

And uh...

Max.

Max.

- Old Lady: Max.
- Jerry: And you are?.

I'm Mrs. Paley.

How do you do Mrs. Paley?.

You don't happen to know
why you're here, do you?.

Oh dear. I was never
very good at philosophy.

(Sasha giggling)

Do any of us know
what's going on here?.

Sorry.

I've been trying to get a handle
on the configuration of these rooms.

Jerry: All I can say is--

Simon: They just don't make
any sense.

Jerry: That's right.
They sure don't.

Max: It's as if the rooms
are moving around very quickly.

Jerry: There's got to be
some kind of logic to it.

These rooms
just seem to repeat.

You go in one direction,
the room just loops back on itself.

(electronic hissing)

It's getting closer.

Sasha, do you know
what it is?.

Not really.

But I can hear it.

All the time,
even when you don't.

And it sounds...

...it feels wrong.

Mrs. Paley:
Maybe we're in hell.

All right,

let's get
some real answers.

His answer was suicide.

Not exactly
a comforting thought.

Soldier, up on your feet.

Careful, he's hurt.

Come on, pumpkin,
up you come.

Stop it.
He's in serious condition.

Stop it.

Listen to me, sweetheart--

I'm not your sweetheart,
asshole.

All right.
This man's been tortured.

You want to be next
when they come for us?.

Who exactly are they?.

Well, I'm going to find out.
Come on.

Stop it. Stop it.

(moaning)
Kate: Are you trying to kill us?.

It's not going to help us
if he dies, you know?.

Jerry: You've got
no information whatsoever.

- It's here.
- Jerry: Jesus...

what the fuck?.!

Simon: Come on.

He's conscious.

Kate: Sit him up.
Sit him up.

Simon: Come on, soldier.
Talk to me, soldier.

Talk to me.
What's going on here?.

Colonel:
Are you speaking to me?.

Yes. Jesus Christ. Yes.

Just tell me, how do we get
out of here?.

I don't know.

You figure out the code,

you get out.

The first one had rules...

The first one?.
What are you talking about?.

Leave him alone.
He's delirious.

He knows something,
all right?.

I'll carry him myself,
just--

Colonel:
The first one had numbers...

Simon: What do you mean,
"the first one"?.

- Kate: Let him go.
- Max: I'm out of here.

(chattering)

(Mrs. Paley whimpers)

Kate: Oh my God.
Are you okay?.

Did you hit your head?.

Yeah. I slipped.

It's a wall.
It wiggled.

- Kate: You sure you're okay--
- Max: Look. There it goes again.

Jerry:
That--that--that--

That's-- that's--
I don't know.

No!

Max: Holy fuck.

What is that?.

Simon: I don't know.

But I don't think we should
stick around to find out.

- Come on, let's go.
- Jerry: Come on.

Kate:
Come on, Sasha, I'm here.

I'm right behind you, honey.

Jerry: Hurry, let's go!

Easy, easy...

Simon: For Christ's sake.

Kate: What the--

Jerry: Come on.
There you go.

- Kate: Grab right there.
- Sasha: Where are you?.

Simon: Come on, Colonel.

It's time for us to go.
I'm not done with you yet.

Colonel: I'm not going.

What did you do that for?.

I'm not going anywhere soon.

Well, fuck you.

Come on, Kate.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, where's the key?.
Do you have the key?.

Colonel: You mean this?.
Kate: Yeah.

No.

What did you do
that for?.

You don't honestly think
you can escape?.

We have to try.

Oh my God.

This is gonna hurt.

(Simon yelling)

Kate,
get the hell up here!

No. I'm not leaving
without him.

For God's sake,
he's a dead man. Move.

Colonel: God.

Simon: There's no time left.
Let's go.

(Kate yelling)

(Colonel yelling)

Oh my God.
There's got to be a way.

Get the--
get the hell out of there.

- Oh my God.
- Simon: Leave him, he's dead.

(Colonel screaming)

Oh my God.

(Colonel screaming continues)

Kate: Let me go.

(Colonel screaming)

Kate: Let me go.

It's still coming.
Come on.

So what the hell happened
back there?.

I don't know.

Mrs. Paley: Hello.

And where did you
come from?.

What's your name?.

I'm-- I'm Kate.

Don't you remember me?.

I'm Mrs. Paley.

The Colonel was our only link
to this place.

Maybe not.

I designed the door panels
in here.

The touch sensors.

What?.

I was freelancing
for a subcontractor, I...

You didn't think this
was worth mentioning before?.

I signed a confidentiality--

Given our current situation,
I'd say it's null and void.

- Jesus Christ!
- The legal--

What the hell is
this place?.

I don't know.

You don't think the guy that makes
the toilets in the space shuttle,

gets to see the plans
for the rest of it?.

You must have had some
idea what they were building.

It was experimental.
It was a prototype.

For what?.

- Jerry: I'm not sure.
- Simon: For what?.!

Jerry: Leading-edge stuff.

There were rumors...

What kind of rumors, Jerry?.

What rumors?.

Quantum teleportation.

Pardon?.

They were just rumors.

You mean, like...
"Beam me up, Scotty"?.

Kate: Okay.

Now this is getting ridiculous.

What do you know, Jerry?.

Nothing.

- Simon: You're lying.
- Jerry: Why would I lie?.

Because both you and the Colonel
work for them.

Them?. Who the hell
are "them" anyway?.

What?. The government?.
The mafia?.

Aliens?.

Mrs. Paley:
Oh my goodness.

It's a tesseract.

Jerry: Christ, she's losing it.

Isn't it beautiful?.

Kate: Isn't what
beautiful, Mrs. Paley?.

Holy shit.

If you look at it
from just the right angle...

What did you call it
again, Mrs. Paley?.

It's a tesseract, sweetheart.

Tesseract?.

Tesseract.

It's--
It's a tesseract.

How do you know
it's a tesser... act,

or whatever
you call it?.

Is the second act
beginning already?.

We should be getting back
to our seats.

Excuse me.

Kate: Yeah.

Is she for real?.

(Jerry laughs)

A tesseract,
Holy Christ, of course.

A tesseract.

(laughing)

Jerry, you okay?.

Yeah, yeah. I can't believe
I didn't see it before.

It's been staring at us
in the face the whole time.

(laughing)

Maybe you could share
with the rest of the class.

Oh. Of course.

A tesseract...

it's another name for...

... a hypercube.

A what?.

A hypercube--
a four-dimensional cube.

Four dimensions?.

All the elements are there.

Rooms repeating.
Rooms folding in on themselves.

Teleportation.

It could all very well
add up.

Look. Here. See?.

Let's call one dimension, length,

and represent that
with a simple line.

Now, two dimensions are
length and width,

which can be represented
by a single square.

Now if we extend
that square,

one more dimension...

we get...
a cube,

which has three dimensions.

Length, width, and depth.

Come on, we've all passed
the eighth grade.

Hush.

Jerry: Here's the really funky part.
(nervous laughter)

If you take this cube,

and extend it one more
dimension,

we get...

Kate: A tesseract.

Max: I thought time was considered
to be the fourth dimension.

Jerry: Sure. That's one idea.

But what if you have
a fourth spatial dimension?.

- Max: There's no such thing.
- Simon: Why don't you shut up?.

Okay. Okay.

Let's just say that
we are in this hyper--

- Jerry: Cube.
- Kate: Cube. Whatever.

Does this diagram
show us how to get out?.

Well, uh... no.

A hypercube isn't
supposed to be real.

It's just a theoretical construct.

Oh. Well that makes
me feel better.

Is there a theory on how
we might get out of this...

theoretical construct?.

I don't know.

Mrs. Paley: Don't worry, dear.

It's just a matter of time.

That's so much clearer.
Thank you.

Max: Great.

Anyway...

here's my theory
for what it's worth:

we are all...

unwilling participants...
in a game show,

and are being videotaped
as we speak.

Although I don't condone forcible
abduction of innocent people,

we can take comfort in the fact
that once the show airs,

we'll be able to parlay this
into lucrative sponsorship deals.

Kate: Okay, Max.

And what's the object
of this game show?.

Hmm... I don't know.
To get out alive?.

Simon: I think
we should make a map.

I don't think a map
is really going to help us.

Look at that.

That wasn't there
a minute ago.

Did you write that?.

No. I left my wings
at home.

I just marked this room
as 10 before it.

Somebody's been here
before us.

Thanks.
A really large someone.

Why go through the trouble
of writing it on the ceiling?.

60,659 rooms?.

Christ.

This place must be huge.

Mrs Paley: Oh yes, yes.

In a hypercube, there could be
60 million rooms.

She could be right.

There's a comforting thought.

(electronic hissing)

What the hell
are you doing?.

Yowza.

The ratings on this show
just doubled.

Simon: What do you see?.

Max: A girl.

Simon: Oh Jesus.

Max: I'm going in.

- I think I'm going to puke.
- Simon: You all right?.

Okay. I just... whoa...

All: Hey. Hey. Hey.

- Simon: Get back here.
- Kate: What's happening?.

- Jerry: What's going on?.
- Max: Help!

Simon:
Try to give me your hand.

- Max: Help me!
- Simon: You okay?.

Kate: What the hell
is going on in there?.

Simon: Max,
don't be an idiot.

- Jerry: Come on back.
- Max: No, it's okay.

- The gravity shifted.
- Max: She needs help,

- she may be hurt.
- Wow.

Are we going in there or what?.

Maybe she knows something.

What about our...

Iess agile members?.

I have an idea.

(electronic hissing)

Hello.

Kate: Whoa.

I'm all right.

Max: Miss?.

Hey, Miss.

Hey.

Wake up.

She's on her way.

I guess it's time
for plan B.

Give her mouth-to-mouth
and see if it works.

Think I should?.

Oh, very funny.

(woman muttering)

Hi.

What's wrong?.

What the hell?.

Where am I?.

That's the million dollar question.

(laughing)

Does she have
to keep cackling like that?.

Come on,
let's get this over with.

All right. This is going
to be some kind of...

Yeah, Mrs. Paley.
Just keep laughing there.

This is more fun
than I've had since

my thirteenth birthday.

Glad somebody is having fun.

This reminds me
of that rope swing

we used to have
at home.

For God's sake, Mrs. Paley,
this isn't a game!

Come on.
Come on down.

Simon, you guys,
keep her steady.

All right, all right.
Come on.

Okay. And you're down.
That's good.

Simon: It's okay.
She's down.

- Mrs. Paley: We've landed.
- Kate: Yeah.

Simon: It's your turn, you'll
have to climb around the sides.

Mrs. Paley: Well, this is a lot
like the other ones, isn't it?.

Simon: Christ.
This is going to be fun.

Hello there.
I'm Mrs. Paley.

Who the hell
are you people?.!

Well...

I'm Kate,
and this is Mrs. Paley.

And I am Julia.

And this is...

Hey. Is this your jacket?.

No.

Well then how did I...

I must have had more
to drink last night than I thought.

There's nothing in here.

How the hell did I get here?.

Have we been kidnapped?.

That's a really good question.

Does anyone remember
how we got here?.

Last thing I remember
was going to sleep.

Where?.

In my bed.

Where do you live?.

Lincoln, Nebraska.

Kate, I am a healthy, married,
male white engineer,

who enjoys reading horror novels
and eating chocolate ice cream,

as well as climbing around
psycho-jungle-gyms.

Okay.

I remember driving home
from Maine State Hospital.

It was late,
and I just wanted to get home,

I've been working long hours.
I'm a psychotherapist.

Simon.

New Haven.

I was out for a drink.

What do you do?.

A consultant.

Management consultant.

Max: Yeah, right.

And I'm Santa Claus.

Okay, Max.
How about you?.

I live in Palo Alto.
I design computer games.

The last thing I remember,
I fell asleep on my keyboard.

Sasha.

And where do you live?.

New Mexico.

I was doing my homework
in the kitchen, like I always do.

Nothing ever happens to me.

The last thing I remember...

is taking the dog
for a walk.

Julia?.

I was at an after party
for a premiere in Santa Monica.

Are you an actress?.

No.

No, I'm an attorney.

Let's just say if I was kidnapped
it was for the ransom.

So we've got Silicon Valley,
Connecticut, Nebraska,

Hollywood, Maine.

Mrs. Paley,
where exactly do you live?.

In that high-rise at the corner
of Riverside and 94th.

Could you give me
a lift home, dear?.

I seem to have lost
my daughter-in-law.

Ignorance is bliss.

This doesn't make any sense.

Simon: Yeah, well...

I think they probably
flew us here.

Drugged us and flew us out here
in private or military jets.

That's what I think.

- Max: Where is here?.
- Simon: I don't know.

Your guess
is as good as mine.

Jerry: They could have built
an hypercube structure anywhere.

And if this thing
really does fold space,

we could be
literately anywhere.

What the hell--

What?.

Here is that number again.

6-0-6-5-9

This can't be the same room.
Jesus!

It's not, because now they're
in a string of other numbers.

There just can't be
that many rooms.

Maybe they are not
room numbers.

Maybe somebody else
figured something out.

We are definitely
not alone.

Check this out.

What is it?.

What's happening?.

Julia,
is that your watch?.

No.

No, it's mine.

It--

Well, this is bizarre.

Max: What, somebody else
uses a watch just like yours?.

Somebody is playing games
with us.

Shit-- look--

this is the watch that my wife
gave me on my 40th.

See?.

This is the watch
we've just found.

Maybe it's your game
that we are playing, Jerry.

You designed the doors,
your watch. What's next?.

- No, I--
- For the love of God, Mrs. Paley--

Mrs. Paley, please don't.

Oh, my goodness,
I think he's still alive.

- Mrs. Paley, please.
- Simon: Get her down.

Easy, careful.

Max:
Is somebody in there?.

- Simon: What do you see?.
- Kate: Jerry?.

Oh, God.
There's a guy down here.

Oh!

- The gravity's shifting.
- Simon: What's happening?.

You okay?.
Are you all right?.

Kate: Simon,
what's going on?.

My God.

Hey, hey, fellow.

Oh, Jesus.

- Be careful.
- Ugh!

- Is he alive?.
- I don't think so.

- Let's roll him over.
- Jerry: Yeah, yeah...

Jerry:
Oh God, is he ripe.

What-- what is that?.

Oh!
It looks pretty dead to me.

Mrs. Paley:
I hope he's still alive.

He's been here
for a while, Mrs. Paley.

Mrs. Paley:
Oh, poor man.

Who do you think
wrote these numbers?.

He must have written them himself,
It's all upside down.

It's the same writing
as those numbers we keep seeing.

Oh, no!

It's poor Dr. Rosenzweig.

You know him?.

He'll never get
his Nobel Prize now.

- Who the hell is he?.
- Max: Holy Christ...

Phil Rosenzweig.

Last year he was the leading
theoretical physicist in his field.

- Which was?.
- Jerry: Quantum chaos.

Oh God, Phil Rosenzweig.
I read his book--

(gasps)
(all scream)

(exhales)

- Simon: Oh Jesus.
- Kate: Oh my God.

Simon: Is he--?.

Kate, is he--?.

- Yeah, he's gone.
- You are positive?.

Uh-huh.

Sasha: Somebody--?.

I'm here, Sasha.
Got you.

Does anyone understand
these numbers?.

What was he writing?.

Beats me.

May be he was trying to calculate
his way out of here.

Looks like
he ran out of time.

How did old Mrs. Paley
know him?.

- I don't know.
- Hey, look. More numbers.

Jerry: Same handwriting.

Max: The question is,
did he solve it before he died?.

(slams, yells)

God. She's okay.
Are you okay?.

He must have
finished it here.

Look, there it is again--
6-0-6-5-9.

Max: How does that
get us out of here?.

- It's got to mean something.
- Yeah, but what?.

I don't know,
but we better remember it.

You know, I wonder
if is he's got a...

Max: What are you doing?.
That's disgusting.

Found a pen.

Hope you have better luck
than he did.

Mrs. Paley: Oh no,
this can't be happening.

Oh dear.

Oh dear, just wait.

Oh, I'm such an idiot.
Oh, no. Wait a minute.

She's gonna drive me
insane.

Mrs. Paley: Oh,
it was right here.

- What is it, Mrs. Paley?.
- Mrs. Paley: Izon, where are you?.

I'm such an idiot.

- Did she say Izon?.
- Mrs. Paley: Izon, where are you?.

You come back here
this instant.

Who are you looking for
Mrs. Paley?.

Have you seen
my dog?.

He's a darling little Shi-Tzu.
Darn it.

(gasps)

Her dog's name is "Izon"?.
That's weird.

I thought
Izon was a--

Simon and Jerry:
A weapons manufacturer.

Yes.

(Mrs. Paley sniffles)

And you guys
would know that because...

I read the papers.

- Julia: Mrs. Paley...
- Mrs. Paley: Poor puppy...

Mrs. Paley, are you sure
you didn't leave the dog at home?.

No. He was right here.
I'm such an idiot.

Simon:
This breaks my heart.

Mrs. Paley...

Mrs. Paley,
what do you do for living?.

Oh, nothing.
I'm retired.

I shouldn't have let him
off the leash.

Before you retired,
what did you do?.

Nothing very exciting.
I was a theoretical mathematician.

Where did you work?.

Oh, my head hurts.

At Skippy
Research Affiliates--

what do they called it?.
A think-tank in Washington state.

She worked for
Skippy Research Affiliates

and her dog's name
was Izon?.

- Mrs. Paley?.
- Hmm?.

Is it possible that you worked
for Izon Research Affiliates

and your dog's name
is Skippy?.

How did you know
where I worked?.

Oh, God.

She worked
for a weapons manufacturer?.

She's a good friend
of our Nobel wanna-be.

I don't think we should trust
Mrs. Funnyfarm.

I'm not crazy, and I'm not
hard of hearing either.

I told you no one
would believe me.

Simon: Mrs. Paley,

what sort of research
did you do at Izon?.

General, I will not be party
to this insanity!

I'm not a general.

I don't care what
Alex Trusk says.

It's impossible.
And what's more, it's inhuman.

- Who's Alex?.
- Max: Did she say Alex Trusk?.

Oh Christ.
We're dead.

Jerry: This is really
getting ridiculous.

Who's Alex Trusk?.

Alex Trusk?. Hacker extraordinare?.
He's a legend.

This is exactly the kind
of twisted maze he'd create.

Alex Trusk
doesn't even exist.

Some things
should never be created.

They exist
for theoretical purposes only.

It would never last.
Can't you understand that?.

Okay, you're a shrink.

Can you tell me
what the hell's happening?.

I... umm...

I'd say that
seeing the dead man

triggered some sort
of emotional response.

Flashbacks,
post-traumatic stress--

So she is connected
to this, yeah?.

Mrs. Paley: Skippy...

Ooh,
I think I hear him.

Skippy?.

Mrs. Paley,
Mrs. Paley, don't--

Skippy?.

Mrs. Paley.

(electronic hissing)

(hissing continues)

Oh my.

Help me, please.
(gasps)

(stabbing)
Uh, uh.

No, don't trust
the old cunt.

She lied
about everything.

(screaming)

(locking, yelling)

(yelling continues)

What a-- Jesus.

(yelling continues)

Sasha:
What just happened?.

It took my head, man.

I lost my fucking head!

Paley opened...

the portal...

(all talking)

Wait, wait,
I have an idea.

I think we're all tired.
We need to calm down, everybody.

Hold it. Wait a minute!
(whistles)

I have an idea.

Let me guess,
you designed the floor too.

You better have a really
good fucking explanation, Jerry.

I know what just
happened there was a little...

shocking, but it actually
makes total sense if we're--

in a really multi-dimensional
quantum environment.

Julia: English, please.

One fundamental idea
of a quantum universe,

is that parallel realities
can actually exist simultaneously.

How do you know that,
Jerry?.

All you designed
were the door panels!

I read it in
Rosenzweig book,

it was a big part
of this theory.

What if whoever designed
this stinking thing

somehow managed to create
a place where parallel realities

can crossover like that?.

So you are saying
we just saw Simon and Mrs. Paley

- in a parallel universe?.
- Yes, yes!

Stop it!

A universe where things
turn out a little differently.

- Fuck.
- Simon: Uh, please.

Think about it,
think about it.

A few minutes before,

- when you found the watch,
- Yeah.

and we realized
that somebody else

had been marking numbers
in the rooms, right?.

That's when I thought maybe
we should leave markers behind,

in case we doubled back
and got side-tracked.

Things like a piece of clothing
or jewelry.

I think what a pity it would be
to leave my watch.

But I would do it
if I had to.

You're saying
that in an alternate reality

we'd already gotten ourselves
into such trouble

that you decided that is okay
to leave your watch?.

- Yes!
- For crying out loud!

What a load of crap!

There's got to be
a logical explanation.

What would you think
that is?.

This is just an optical illusion
or something?.

Yeah, sure.
Why not?.

Julia: Finally, yeah.
A sane idea.

Kate:
Oh, that's a sane idea.

Jerry: All right.

If Max is right, why don't you
go and open that door?.

- Simon: Oh, come on.
- Jerry: Have a look.

Max: Excuse me?.

If you're so sure
it's an optical illusion,

open the door
and have a look.

You might want to stand
to the side, in case that thing...

Fuck off, Jerry!

Simon: Okay, hold it!

All right?.
Don't open it.

Say Jerry's right,

I think all of this
is a hoax, okay?.

I think Jerry's either full
of shit or part of this experiment.

- Jerry: Simon, I never...
- Simon: Shut the fuck up!

I'm agreeing with you, Max.

I think we're all pumped
so full of LSD

and I think we're hidden
in some CIA hospital

in Area 51, or whatever.

But let's just say,
on the off- chance

that Jerry is actually right.

Then what happens if whatever
the fuck it was in there

that killed the guy,
killed me,

what happens if
that fucking thing gets in here?.!

What happens then?.!

You're all crazy.

(knife snicks)

Max: Hey, man,
what are you doing?.

Just don't
fucking open the door.

What are you
so scared of anyway?.

I just saw my fucking head
taken off by something or other.

How's that for starters?.

Jerry: Where did you get
that knife?.

It's mine.

I collect knives.

Max: He had it when
I first saw him.

- Kate: He sure did.
- Jerry: That's convenient.

He's the only guy
with a knife here,

if anyone was a part
of the experiment... maybe you.

I know! I know!
I've got it! I've got it!

(laughing)

Why don't we all just

get some ice cream

and everyone will feel
a lot better about everything?.

(evil laughing)

You're funny, Mrs. Paley.
You really are a funny old lady.

You're also cute and senile.

You leave her alone,
she doesn't understand.

All right, she's already admitted
working for Izon,

one of the most powerful weapons
manufacturers in the world.

She recognized
the figures on the wall,

and she knew the dead guy.

No. Maybe my alter ego
wasn't all that wrong.

Maybe we shouldn't trust
dear old Mrs. Paley.

Sasha: Maybe you're the one
we shouldn't trust.

Simon: I beg your pardon?.

Maybe you're the one
we shouldn't trust.

Oh.

I'm going to ignore that,
little girl,

because you're a cripple.

I think we should
keep moving, huh?.

After you.

(electronic hissing)

Sasha:
Kate, I'm really thirsty.

Me too, sweetheart.
Me too.

Mrs. Paley: I'm exhausted.
Are we there yet?.

Jerry: Come on, Mrs. Paley.
Just hold on a little longer.

Kate: Who's this
Alex Trusk person?.

Max: Are you kidding?.

He programmed the virus
that crashed

the Tokyo stock exchange
two years ago.

He's the one that broke into
the Air Traffic Control Grid,

and crashed those two
Air Force jets in Nevada

to protest military spending.

Jerry: You forgot the one
about Alex Trusk

being the first genetically
engineered superhuman,

bred in a test tube, who now
lives and walks amongst us.

Kate: That sounds
a bit far-fetched.

Jerry: Don't worry.

Alex Trusk is a conspiracy
theorist's wet dream.

He doesn't exist.

Max: Fine.
Just keep fooling yourself.

Simon: Would you people
just shut up and keep moving?.

Julia: Do you really
believe this stuff

about parallel universes?.

Kate: If you asked me yesterday,
I'd say no.

But this place changes your
perception about what's possible.

Look, let's just keep this
between us for now.

Yeah. Okay.

Here's the deal.
I'm a private investigator.

I'm on a case,
missing persons.

Given our current situation,
this counts as irony.

You're right.

I think they stuck me in here
because of her--

Becky Young.

They've emptied my pockets
except for my knife and this.

Maybe it's a message
or a warning.

Here's the kicker.

Guess who she worked for?.

Izon?.

Sasha: Kate.

Kate.

Kate, you have to wake up,
there's--

Kate: What is it?.
What's wrong?.

There's something here.

Do you see anything?.

You're probably just
dreaming or some--

Whoa.

There is--

there is something.

Simon: What the hell
is that?.

Kate.

Kate, what do you see?.

It's a square.
It's just floating.

Max: What is it?.

Mrs. Paley: It's beautiful.

Simon: You recognize this too,
Mrs. Paley?.

Mrs. Paley: Well, not exactly--

- Sasha: What just happened?.
- Now there's two.

Jerry: It's multiplying.

- Mrs. Paley: Oh my God--
- Julia: Maybe it's the way out.

Everyone: Oh. Wow.

Max: If we're drunk,
I wanna know what this stuff is.

Kate: Maybe that's what a
four-dimensional object looks like.

Simon: If that's the way out,
how do we use it?.

I hate it.
It sounds wrong.

It's stunning.

The math of it.

It's a perfect
quadrangular oscillation.

It's moving.
Mrs. Paley, no!

(screaming)

Ahh.

Simon: Get the fuck out
of the way!

Jerry, you're hurt.

No. I'm okay.

Max: Look out.

Stay low.

Whoa! Go on.

Kate: Come on, Mrs. Paley.
It's time to go.

Over here.
It looks safe.

- Don't stare at it. Go.
- Max: It's coming back.

Come on, Max.

Max: Go, Julia. Go.

- I want to get it.
- No. We've got to go.

Oh my God. Go.
Go up the stairs.

Kate: Come on, Mrs. Paley.
Keep going--

(Sasha screaming)

Kate!

Sasha.

(screaming)

Jerry.

- Oh Jesus!
- No.

- Sasha.
- No. Just don't do it.

- Just get in here.
- What the fuck are you doing?.

Sasha: Kate!

She's gone. You want
to end up like Jerry?.

- Sasha.
- Kate!

Sasha: Kate, I'm here.

Kate.

You're a dead woman.

Oh... oh Jesus.

Sasha.

Kate, help.

- Kate, help!
- I'm coming to get you.

Help me!

Drop to the ground, Sasha.
Now.

Help me.

Okay, Sasha.

Now... uh...
I can see you, Sasha.

Flatten yourself
against the wall, on the ground.

- Crawl towards me.
- No. I can't. I'm scared.

You've gotta move,
or I can't come and get you.

Move towards me.

No. Stop, Sasha!

Don't, Sasha.

Get down.

Damn it, Kate,
what do you want me to do?.

Just keep moving until
you hit that corner,

and then stay put.

Kate: Okay?.

Sasha?.

Okay?.
I'm almost there.

Just crawl on. Keep your side
to the ground. You can do it.

You've made it.
I'm right behind you.

There you are.
Keep your knees in.

Sasha: Kate, thank God.

There you are. You're okay.
You're okay...

What just happened?.

I don't know.

I don't know, Sasha.

Sweet Jesus.

It's shrinking
so it can get us.

Please let it be quick.

Okay.

We're going to make
a run for it.

- I can't.
- Yes you can. Just hold onto me.

We're going to go
to our right.

No. We're going to go
to the left.

All right?.

- Okay?.
- Okay.

On the count of three...
just hold on to me.

One, two, three...

I've got you.

Oh my God!

Sasha, no.

It responds
to our movements.

Don't move.

Stay still.

Don't--

Oh my God.

Is it gone?.

Yeah. It's gone.

Thank you.

We did it together. Let's get out
of here before it comes back.

My glasses.

You're glasses are gone.
Just go up the ladder.

- Kate.
- Yeah?. What?.

- I can smell it.
- What?.

Did someone die in here?.

Yeah.

- Yeah. Jerry died.
- Oh no.

He was so nice.

We've got to go.
We've got to go, honey.

Just get up there.
One foot after the other.

- Where are the others?.
- I think we're on our own.

You're doing good.

I see a pattern.

Anyone connected to this--

this hypercube...

eventually dies a very violent,

and painful death.

(Mrs. Paley whimpering)

I would hate for that
to happen to you, Mrs. Paley.

I would.

So drop the act

and tell us how
we get out of here.

Huh?.

Julia: Simon.

Simon, that's enough.

- Shut up.
- Hey, Simon...

- Shut up.
- Okay.

Okay, Mrs. Paley.
You ready to talk?.

'Cause I'm all ears.

I really don't need
this operation, Doctor.

I'm in perfect health.

Just ask my daughter-in-law
over there. She'll explain.

This joke's really getting stale.

I'm going to give you one
more chance, Mrs. Paley.

You tell me what
I need to know,

or I'm going to have
to kill you.

Do you understand?.
I'm going to kill you.

It's your choice.

Julia: Get away from her!

You have a choice to make.
Right now.

Do you want to get out
of here or not?.

- Yes, but--
- There are no buts!

Hey guys, maybe--

All right.

(crackling)

Oh shit.

It's here.

It's gonna take
my head off.

Let's go.

What about Mrs. Paley?.

Goddamn it.

- Simon: I'm not gonna die here.
- Julia: You can't leave her.

- Simon: Why should I help her?.
- Julia: She'll die.

- Max: Forget about her.
- I'm gonna regret this.

Max: Julia!

(screaming)

- Simon: I'm trying to get this off.
- Max: Come on. Hurry.

Simon: Shit!
Would someone give me a hand?.

Would somebody help me
pick her up?.

Shit!

Let go of me.

Shit!

I'm not staying here.
I'm out of here.

Let go of me.

- Simon: Jesus Christ.
- Julia: Oh my God.

Oh God.

(muffled screams)

Simon: Where do you think
you're going?.

Max: Hurry up.

Get back here.

What the hell?.

6-0-6-5-9.

It could mean anything.

Kate: Right.

Maybe it's a coordinate of
some kind but in four dimensions.

Some...

I don't know.

Sasha: For all we know,

it could be somebody's birthday,

or a zip code,

or just a serial number.

I wish I was just...
smarter.

Why do you think
you're in here?.

I don't know.

Maybe I was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Damn it. There's got to be
some sort of meaning to this.

6-0-6-5-9.

6-0-6-5-9.

Maybe they just like
to watch us squirm.

Max: Alex Trusk is the only one
with the resources

and brains to create
something like this.

Julia: Okay, Max.
Say you're right.

Say it is Alex Trusk who's
responsible for all of this.

Does it help us get out?.

No, we're still stuck here,
with no clue.

And if this is someone's game,
it isn't a fair one.

Max, do you think--

We've got to keep moving.
Come on.

Max?.

(voice in slow motion)

Max, what's wrong with you?.

(voice in fast forward)

(voice in slow motion)

Holy shit!
Variable time-speed rooms.

- Pretty wild.
- I guess you could say that.

(voice in slow motion
continues)

(electronic hissing)

(groaning, grunting)

Holy jumping Jesus!

Get your hands
off me.

- Hello, Jerry.
- Who the hell are you?.

- You don't recognize me?.
- Where am I?.

- How do you know my name?.
- You don't know me?.

No.
Where the hell am I?.

You don't--?.

Wait, wait.

You don't remember me?.

- No.
- What about the senile old broad,

- or the little blind kid?.
- What?.

Or that thing that chopped
you up like little pieces

of deli fucking meat?.

I'm a friend--
I mean you no harm.

Let me go,
and I'll be on my way.

No come on, you--

You mean me no harm?.
You're fucking hilarious, Jerry.

How long
have you been in here?.

I don't know.
I just woke up.

You just woke up?.

Holy shit!

Holy shit.

Maybe you were
right before, huh?.

You or the--
whatever--

This place does crossover
parallel alternate realities, huh?.

Have you been drinking?.

I really don't give
a shit anymore.

We are talking
about alternate realities.

Can I ask you
a question?.

Do you mind?.

Yeah, okay, sure--

just don't hurt me, huh?.

Are you hungry?.

Are you... hungry?.

Yeah, I guess...
my stomach's--

'Cause I am hungry.

I'm fucking starving.

(electronic hissing)

(electronic turndown)

(electronic hissing)

Oh my God.

Kate, what is it?.

Kate?.

What do you see?.

(locking)

Kate,
what's going on?.

I don't know.
I mean--

I think in some other reality,
things didn't turn out so well.

Again with the Alex Trusk?.

Why are you so afraid
of this Alex Trusk?.

Because he's ruthless.
He's a hi-tech genius

whose morals make
Muammar Qaddafi

Iook like Mother Teresa.

Why are you panicking?.

Because he's throwing anybody
connected to this thing in here

to fucking die!
(echoes)

Max,
you're not connected.

Can you
keep a secret?.

Sure.
I love secrets.

I designed a computer game
called "Relativity,"

where contestants linked
to each over the Internet

do battle in a 3-D environment,

using different time signatures.

What are you saying?.

Are you saying
that you designed all this?.

No. Just these
variable time speeds rooms.

Just the concept.

It was for a game.
Now here we are.

Wow.

This is really
some game, Max.

Do you have other little secrets
you want to tell me?.

People are dead,
okay?.

I'm not responsible
for this.

It was just a game.

I can't even sell
the stupid thing.

It's all involved
in a lawsuit.

What kind of lawsuit?.

I don't know,
some--

Right, you're a lawyer.

A company called Cyber Thrill
stole it from me.

Cyber Thrill?.

You've heard of them?.

Yeah.

Are you into
computer games?.

Settle.

Excuse me?.

I strongly recommend that
you settle. You'll never win.

- How do you know that?.
- Because...

you're not up against
Cyber Thrill.

They're just a subsidiary.

Who owns them?.

Izon.

How do you know that?.

Because I...

represent them.

(ticking)

(distant woman's voice)

(electronic hissing)

I must be
hearing things.

(distant voices)

(distant voices continue)

(electronic hissing)

Jerry: Finally.

I was wondering if I was
the only one in here.

Do you need
a hand there?.

You are upside-down.

Do you have any idea
what's going on here?.

Be careful.
Watch your step.

- Crazy.
- (locking)

Simon: You are not
the only person here, Jerry.

There's lots of people
just like you.

Jerry: How do you know
my name?.

Simon: We've met before,
Jerry.

I get this mouth-watering feeling
when I talk to you.

- What do you mean?.
- Come here, look at this.

Jerry: Hey, hey. Agh!

- Agh, no!
- Take this! And this!

(Jerry screaming)

Why don't you
just go?.

I'm blind, Kate.

I'm a burden.

You can move faster
without me.

Sasha, please,
I know how you're feeling.

No you don't.
You have no idea how I'm feeling.

- I know this seems hopeless
- It is hopeless.

No, it's not.
I'm gonna figure this out.

(giggling)

"Figure it out."

Trust me, precious.

If I haven't
figured it out,

you sure as shit
aren't going to.

What did you
just say?.

I'm sorry, Kate.
I didn't mean to--

No, no.
Wait a second.

Back that up.

Why do you think
that you should be able

to figure this out?.

I wasn't kidnapped.

When I found out they were
putting people in here,

I tried to blow
the whistle on them.

So they came after me.

I escaped into the one place
they wouldn't dare follow me--

in here.

Poetic justice,
don't you think?.

Who are you?.

Max was right.

Jerry was wrong.

I exist.

Oh my God.

Sasha. Of course.

Sasha is the nickname
for Alexandra.

Together: Alex Trusk.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Damn it.

This is the worst nightmare
I've ever had.

I just I wish I'd wake up.

You really think
this is all a dream?.

(sighs)

Definitely.

In the real world
I'd never kiss you.

Oh, really?.

Yeah,
you're not my type.

You're not my type,
either.

(ticking)

(electronic hissing)

Aa-ah!

Ya-aa!

Becky Young.

Yeah.

Rebecca Young.

Yeah.

Who... are you?.

Who am I?.
I'm Simon Grady.

Your parents hired me
to find you.

- Really?.
- Yeah.

Thank God.

Yeah.

I'm happy to see you too, Becky.
I really am.

I've been wandering these rooms
for hours.

(stabbing)

Ahhgh!

(distant voices)

You gotta love
these parallel universes.

You built this thing?.

I gave them the key
to build it--

better than they wanted.

I gave them a real hypercube.

How do we get out?.

Kate, this isn't a game.
There's no happy ending.

(sighs)

This place is out of control.
It's not stable.

Does this number
mean nothing?.

6-0-6-5-9.
It's got to mean something.

It's everywhere.

I'm sorry, Kate.
It's over.

No, it is not over.

Not yet.

(electronic hissing)

I refuse to die here.

(electronic hissing)

What the hell?.

(crackling)

Oh my God.
We've got to move.

Come on. We've got
to get out of here.

- Leave me.
- No, you're coming with me.

- (roaring)
- Oh my God.

We got to get out
of here.

Just go up
as fast as you can.

Faster, faster.
Keep going.

Okay. Good girl.

What the hell?.

Oh my God.

Okay, we've got to get
out of here.

This is insane.

It's Jerry's diagram.

It's all the numbers.

They're all just
suddenly in here.

It's Jerry's markings--

that dead
physicist's equations--

and that
damn colonel's corpse,

just hanging there as if
we never even rescued him?.

Everything keeps appearing
over and over again.

Sasha--

please, you have to have
some idea what this means.

All the realities
are starting to collapse

into one space.

And what happens to us
when they-- "it" collapses?.

The whole thing implodes.

It's only a matter of time.

I'm not gonna just stand here
while it happens.

(electronic hissing)

Kate: I'm not
leaving him behind.

- Oh my God.
- Man: Kate!

- Kate: Let me go.
- Get the hell up here!

Kate: Oh my God.

Sasha: Kate.

We don't have
much time.

(gasps)

No.
I refuse to die here.

I wish
I had your spirit.

Hello, gorgeous.
Miss me?.

Huh?.
Come on in.

The water's fine.

Agh!

(Sasha screaming)

Hello, Kate.

Let her go.

Who are you?.

Yeah, it's me--

good old Simon.

Do you remember this?.
Do you?.

I've waited a long time
for pay back.

That was just...
seconds ago.

Don't be so stupid, Kate.

Time works differently
in this place.

Hey, just--
okay.

Just let her go.
She's just a kid.

She'll be a dead little kid,
unless you come here to papa.

Okay.

Just let her go--

we can figure
something out, okay?.

You take her place.

What do you want?.

I'm hungry.

- Simon?.
- Huh?.

Sasha: There's no point.

We're all dead anyway.

Oh, oh.

Okay.

No!

Oh, come on Kate.

The fun's just beginning.

Oh my God.

What the hell?.

- Yah!
- Agh!

I'm really gonna miss you.

(panting)

Jesus--

Of course,

6-0-6-5-9.

It's an expiration date.

He figured out
when it's gonna implode.

Kate: Leave me.

Man: Hello, Kate.
Welcome back.

So, you figured it out.

Yes, sir.

No time to spare.

The device--
any luck?.

We'll take that to Darcy and see
if anything recorded on it.

(gunshot)

(phone ringing)

Sir?.

Yes, sir.

Phase two is terminated.

I see.

Yes, sir.

Right away, sir.