Original subtitles

CRICKETS CHIRPING

SOFT, HIGH MYSTERIOUS TONES SWELL

MR K: Every human being

is a universe within themselves.

Floating about

in eternal darkness.

THE TONES BECOME RICHER

Aimless, lonely...

So lonely.

SOFT MURMUR OVER ENCHANTING MUSIC

Or maybe it's just me.

SOFT MURMUR OVER ENCHANTING MUSIC

DRUM ROLL

CYMBALS CLANGING

SOFT MURMUR

THE MUSIC FADES AWAY

DRAMATIC, PECULIAR MUSIC

THE MUSIC BECOMES MORE BOMBASTIC BY ADDING REPETITIVE, POWERFUL VOICES

COMBINED WITH A PERPETUAL SHARP SIREN-LIKE TONE

THE MUSIC EVOLVES INTO A CALMER, MORE MYSTERIOUS CELLO PIECE

PLAYFUL TONES ARE ADDED

THE SIREN-LIKE TONE RETURNS

THE MUSIC STOPS

EATING SOUNDS

A HEAVY BUBBLING SOUND

A BIRD CHIRPING A DOOR OPENING

A DOOR SQUEAKING AND CLOSING

SOFT GROWLING

A BIRD CHIRPING

SOFT FOOTSTEPS

SOFT GROWLING

A WHISTLING SOUND THE GROWLING STOPS

A BIRD CHIRPING

THUMPING SOUND

TIRESOME SIGHING: Single room? Double room?

I'm alone.

GROWLING

THREATENING GROWL

UNEASY LAUGH

I don't think your dog likes me.

A BIRD CHIRPING

Eh... I have to be here in the morning.

Eh... It's a café. They have live acts.

Do you know it? -One thing at a time.

Is it far? I have to be there first thing in the morning. It's essential.

STAMPING SOUND

Come on.

Bed sheets are changed Monday and Thursday.

If you wish them changed any other day you will be charged extra.

There is no TV in the room.

If required, a TV can be arranged, but it's also extra charge.

That won't be necessary. I'm only staying the night.

No animals, no prostitutes, no unruly, loud or drunken behaviour.

No smoking, no music,

no running or jumping and absolutely no pounding on walls.

This is a respectable establishment.

A CREAKING DOOR CLOSING SOFTLY

CREAKING

HOTEL LADY: Come on!

Toilet. The shower is down the hall.

A SOFT RATTLING OF KEYS

MR K BLOWING ENCHANTING MUSIC

Mind you, don't give us any trouble. Good night.

Good night.

DULL SOUNDS EVOLVING INTO HIGH-PITCHED THRILLING TONES

MAN PANTING

MR K GASPS

THE DOOR CLOSING WITH A BANG

HEAVY BREATHING

GIRL GASPS MR K GASPS

HEAVY BREATHING

SOFT WHISPERS

RIPPING SOUND

LIGHT DRAMATIC TONES

FOOTSTEPS, CREAKING SOUNDS, SOFT BOILING SOUNDS

A RUMBLING NOISE SWELLS

CREAKING, RUMBLING, BOILING

ALL SOUNDS STOP

ANXIOUS SIGH

CREAKING SOUND

HE SCREAMS THE WOMAN GASPS FRIGHTENEDLY

HE CHUCKLES SCORNFULLY

SHE SNIFFS OFFENDEDLY

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

THE SIREN-LIKE TONE SOUNDS SOFTLY OVER A THREATENING UNDERTONE

HE SIGHS SOFTLY

A LOUD EXHALE

A SHAKING SOUND GAINING IN INTENSITY

CREAKING, SHAKING, BOILING

LOUD BANGING

AN OMINOUS SOUND AND CREAKING

DOG PANTING

THE SHAKING AND BANGING GET LOUDER

CREAKING THE SOUND OF A HEARTBEAT

BANGING MUSIC GAINING IN INTENSITY

TAPPING, CREAKING, BANGING

HE BREATHES ANXIOUSLY

BRASS INSTRUMENTS PLAYING SEEMINGLY RANDOM CHAOTIC TONES

THREATENING LOW TONES

STRING INSTRUMENTS CHAOTICALLY PLAYING

ACCOMPANIED BY RHYTHMIC DRUMS

A THREATENING VARIATION FOLLOWED BY CHAOTIC BAND MUSIC

HE PANTS ANXIOUSLY

ANXIOUS PANTING RUSHED FOOTSTEPS

THE BAND MUSIC SOUNDS FAR AWAY

Hey.

CHAOTIC MUSIC

HE PANTS ANXIOUSLY

A THUMP

SWELLING BOILING SOUNDS THAT STOP ABRUPTLY

SOFT BACKGROUND MUSIC

HE INHALES DEEPLY AND SIGHS

WOMAN 1: Are you afraid of death?

No pain, you know. You mustn't confuse death with dying.

It's not the same thing. Not the same thing at all.

WOMAN 2: You look pale, my darling. Don't you think he looks pale?

Monchien. It's French.

You may call me Ruth, if you like.

She's Sara.

SLIGHTLY FORCEFULLY: Coffee? FRENCH MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND

RUTH, FRUSTRATED: Oh, I hate this.

SHE WHISPERS

Lost his head in the French Revolution.

SHE MAKES A CUTTING SOUND

CUPS RATTLING

What are you? A magician?

I know a few tricks. Nothing special.

I get by if the audience are a bit drunk.

How delightful. You simply must show us something.

Do you saw people in half?

Oh...

I have to go.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

This is only for this part of the hallway.

Oh, we're so sorry we can't be of more help.

We haven't been outside for years.

Our legs simply won't take the stairs anymore.

And besides, we have everything we need here. Don't we?

SARA MOANS CONFIRMINGLY INDISTINCT WHISPERS

RUTH, SOFTLY BUT IRRITATEDLY: Don't start. There's no such thing.

Please. Anything could help.

You could try the oracle. -Don't mind her. She's talking gibberish.

Hm?

Do you mean a psychic person?

RUTH: You know how people talk. SHE CHUCKLES

All stuff and nonsense, I'm sure.

I'm afraid we cannot be of any help to you.

HE SIGHS

SARA AND RUTH GIGGLE

RUTH: Oh...

SUITCASE HANDLE FLAPPING FOOTSTEPS

SOFT THREATENING MUSIC FOOTSTEPS AND CREAKING

SLIMY BOILING SOUNDS

CHILDREN GIGGLING

SIZZLING, BLINKING SOUND

A DOOR CLOSING MR K GASPS

A DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING THREATENING MUSIC

Miss.

CHILDREN GIGGLING

Hey!

Hey... Hey!

THREATENING, THUMPING MUSIC THE SOUND OF VIBRATING METAL

A DOOR CREAKING

THE THREATING BAND MUSIC RETURNING

MR K BREATHES ANXIOUSLY

THE MUSIC STOPS

SOFT MURMUR

You're just in time.

LIGHT CLASSICAL MUSIC

We have a new guest.

Eh...

I'm looking for some children. I think they came through here.

Here's my little entourage. My leeches. Suck me dry, they do.

THEY CHUCKLE

MR K: I...

Relax, they're quite safe. Give the man some food. Can't you see he's famished?

Oh no, I really need to find my things. I'm running late.

Aurora. Send someone to look for this man's children.

They're not my children. -He has lost them.

Will you excuse me for a moment? Aurora?

That's all right.

LIGHT CLASSICAL MUSIC SOFT WHISPERING

Thank you.

THE WOMAN WITH THE BLOND CURLY HAIR SPEAKING IN THE BACKGROUND

A CHAIR CREAKING

THE CHAIR CREAKING AGAIN

Are you a journalist?

INDIGNANTLY LAUGHING: No, I... THE MAN CHUCKLES

No, I...

Isn't she great? I'm writing her biography.

Fascinating material. Did you know she's half a gypsy?

That's probably where she got her artistic drive.

Although, she might just have made that part up.

THEY CHUCKLE FOOTSTEPS

Well, I really should get going.

CLINKING GLASSES

THE WOMAN SLURPING Ah.

I'm an artist, but on the whole a lot of my work has nothing to do with art.

Look around you. The little, unimportant things, those are the most essential.

The trick is to recognise what is important.

Miss one detail and the whole concert...

PLOPPING SOUND Ruined.

SHE SINGS FAST, BOMBASTIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC

I'm a perfectionist.

PEOPLE APPLAUDING MR K CHUCKLES UNCOMFORTABLY

I see that you are packing. Are you moving out?

Moving on, you might say.

Off with a blast. Making our getaway.

Getaway? Are you expecting trouble?

GIGGLING: Troubles, troubles. Troubles?

SHE CHUCKLES

With whom? -Getting away?

Lord, no. It's going to be sensational. The tour of the century.

No use running.

SHE LAUGHS MOCKINGLY

You must taste the rabbit.

It's almost a song. Eat, for God's sake.

FOOTSTEPS SHE MOANS ENJOYINGLY

Why don't you stay, darling?

SOFT MURMUR

It's his age. My son is a deeply poetic person.

SHE CHUCKLES

Come on. Come.

MR K: Where are we going?

MAN SLURPING MR K: I really need my things.

PEACEFUL CLASSICAL MUSIC

THUMP

VOICES FULL OF EXCITEMENT

BIOGRAPHER: Quick, we have to go. -What's going on?

Hurry up, you can't stay here. -What about my things?

You'll have to come back later.

The maestra is going to have her bath. Come on.

Come on, hurry up. Come on. Hurry up. Faster.

Hurry up, come on. Faster.

PEOPLE SHOUTING ANXIOUSLY

FRUSTRATED: I have missed my appointment.

WOMAN: Hurry up. We haven't got all day. Get in line.

Get in line, okay? Tempo.

RUSHED FOOTSTEPS RUSHED MUSIC

EVEN MARCHING SOUNDS

SIZZLING, RATTLING PEOPLE SHOUTING INSTRUCTIONS

RUSHED MUSIC BREAKING SHELLS

WOMAN: Where's your apron?

Don't just stand here. Get to it, okay? -I'm not...

You need to be here.

Come on, come on. You're behind. -Hurry up, asshole.

They're jealous. But you can't really blame them.

Most people here work for years to get a job like yours.

You swiped it just minutes after you set foot into the kitchen.

BREAKING EGGSHELLS Well, I'm not really looking for a job.

It's obvious Melinda has an eye on you. -Who?

The chef's daughter.

No wonder many hard workers feel a bit sore.

They'll get over it.

HESITANT: Well, I don't think she likes me.

Well, that proves my point.

She's bound to react like that when she's really fond of someone.

She's... she's smitten with you. Anyone can see that.

Well, I really should get going.

Why? This is a good place.

You're doing good for yourself here.

Maybe you want to be a junior assistant all your life, but I'm going places.

I have well-grounded hopes that they will be promoting me to spooner soon.

Maybe even next week.

And from there it's a short way to sorting, then blending...

And finally, if I work hard,

I might even make it to whisking by the end of next year.

I'm... I'm just passing through.

WHISKING SOUNDS EGGSHELLS BREAKING

SOFT, ENCHANTING MUSIC

BREAKING EGGSHELL

GASP

THREATENING: Early shift tomorrow. Don't be late.

LEAVING FOOTSTEPS SOFT MURMURS

CHAOTIC, FRANTIC FOLK MUSIC

COOK: Come on in. MR K: Maybe just one.

LOUD MURMUR, LAUGHING

THE MUSIC FADES AWAY WHILE A SLIMY BOILING SOUND EMERGES

THE SOUND STOPS DRIPPING SOUND

MR K MOANS ANNOYEDLY COOK: Hey. Wake up.

PEOPLE SNORING

Giddy up, lazybones. We have to go or we'll be late.

THE COOK LAUGHS

Come on. Yeah, there you go.

RATTLING BOTTLES MR K PANTS HEAVILY

Oh dear.

Whose shirt is this? -Give me a hand here.

Where's my suit? This is outrageous.

I'm going to call the front desk and make a complaint.

First my luggage, and now I'm...

What are you doing?

How do you think you lost your suit in the first place?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. He would have done the same thing.

Yeah, perfect.

A HEAVY METAL-SOUNDING THUMP

Did you hear that?

HE CHEWS LOUDLY A DEEP RUMBLING SOUND

It's a springing water pipe most likely.

There seems to be some trouble with the water system lately.

There's nothing to worry about.

HE CHUCKLES AND CHEWS LOUDLY

Time to go.

THE COOK SCOFFS

CREAKING SOUND

KNOCKING

MELINDA GIGGLES EXCITEDLY

Shhhh.

SHE GIGGLES AND BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE GIGGLES TEASINGLY HE CHUCKLES

SHE MOANS ENJOYINGLY

MAN: Respect. That is the issue here.

THE SOUND OF POURING A LIQUID

HISSING THROAT SOUND

Can you tell me what this is?

It's an egg, sir.

Precisely.

Few people grasp the significance and potential in that word.

It's easily underestimated. But look at it.

A perfect shell

protecting a whole world of potential within.

It can stay inside

or we can bring it out.

But, oh... You need vision for that. Hm?

How many years

do you think it took me to acquire the level of virtuosity and expertise

I have today?

MR K INHALES PONDERINGLY

35 years.

A SHORT SIGH

35 years of hard work, heart,

unconditional love and worship.

Yes, worship.

A CLOCK TICKING IN THE BACKGROUND

But the fascinating thing is that I still keep discovering new ways

to use this unchallenged queen among ingredients.

Do you understand the importance of what I'm telling you here?

MR K WHISPERS: Yes. -Hm-m.

HISSING THROAT SOUND

I like you.

THE CHEF CHUCKLES

You have potential. Oh. I saw that straight away.

INTENSE FOLK MUSIC LOUD MURMUR, LAUGHING

Hey.

What's this?

Oh, the chef wanted me to read up on eggs.

He gave you these? MR K, CHUCKLING: He likes me.

MAGIC SOUND PEOPLE CHEER ENCHANTEDLY

MR K CHUCKLES LOUD METALLIKE THUMP

What... What was that?

HECTIC FOLK MUSIC LOUD MURMUR

A DEEP RUMBLING SOUND

Did anybody hear that?

A DEEP RUMBLING SOUND HECTIC MUSIC, LOUD MURMUR

A DOOR CLOSING, MUFFLED MURMUR DEEP RUMBLING, LOUD CREAKING

CLICKING SOUNDS

CREAKING, A HEAVY THUMP

MUFFLED MUSIC

MR K SIGHS DISCOURAGEDLY

SOFT CREAKING SOFT SPLASHING SOUNDS

A SQUEAKY NOISE

SOFTLY RATTLING METAL

WILD RATTLING MR K GASPS

It's occupied.

THE WILD RATTLING CONTINUES

Go away.

WHISPERING VOICE: Are you him?

BUBBLING SOUND

What do you mean? -Is it true what they say?

Are you the liberator?

What? -There's not much time.

HE GASPS

FRIGHTENING SOUND, MR K GASPS THREATENING MUSIC

KICKING SOUNDS

You have me mixed up with someone else. I'm just passing through!

KICKING SOUND

I'm not the one that you want.

I'm no one.

THE THREATENING MUSIC FADES AWAY

HE PANTS SOMEWHAT RELIEVED

KNOCKING

HE MOANS

Rise and shine.

God, you look a mess. Come on. Hurry up.

MR K MOANS EXHAUSTEDLY

MR K GROANS A QUEASY MOAN

I don't feel good.

What you need, is some breakfast. -I need to leave. I...

HE VOMITS

HE COUGHS AND VOMITS AGAIN

There, there. Get it all out, yeah.

MR K MOANS AND PANTS

Those darn brats. Vandals.

I don't understand why they're not just thrown out

along with their good-for-nothing parents. Just look at it. It's a disgrace.

SOFTLY: What does it mean?

You don't take that nonsense seriously? -I don't know what it means.

Nasty little pranksters. Remind me never to have children.

Come on.

MURMUR, KITCHEN SOUNDS

How long have you worked here? -Seven years.

In that time, how often did you go out?

A couple of times, probably? I don't remember.

There isn't much time for that if you're serious about the job.

You know what it's like.

Do you know the way to the exit? -Which one?

Any exit.

HE CHUCKLES AND GROANS WAVERINGLY

You haven't been out at all, have you?

Well, of course I have.

What's the importance anyway? Who cares?

You should be thinking of more important matters.

Listen, I've been reading a bit about fermenting eggs lately.

The Chinese are masters on the subject. The book is a bit long-winded,

but rewarding nevertheless. GROWLING

You should read it. It has opened a whole new perspective

on the egg yolk for me.

ANXIOUS MUSIC

CLANGING METAL

DISTRESSED PANTING

THE MUSIC STOPS

THE DOOR CLOSES LOUDLY

I've come to tell you that I am leaving.

Please call the front desk and have the manager...

STUTTERING: I understand your impatience. Really, I do.

You suffer from the impatience of the young.

You don't want to wait. You want to go places, now.

Not feel constricted or held down. I understand that. But you see...

A genuine and natural talent like yours

must develop slowly.

I firmly believe that. It must grow with time.

Not be pressed, but be allowed to flower at the right moment,

like a good wine.

What game are you all playing?

What do you want from me?

I'm not special. I'm not the one you want.

LAUGHING: Oh, but you are special.

Oh, I saw that right away. Hm.

Believe me, I'm completely ordinary. I'm...

I'm no one.

Kindly show me the way out.

Here's what I'm going to do. Talent like yours needs challenges.

I realize that. So I have decided

to move you to the whisking department.

No.

THE CHEF SIGHS EMOTIONALLY

Is this what you want?

HE STARTS SOBBING

Please.

What are you doing? -You can't leave now.

You're crushing an old man's dream. His very hopes.

HE SOBS

We are on the same side, believe me. Be patient. Have faith.

I have such great hopes for you, you know.

Please. Oh, please.

SOFTLY: Trust me.

SLIGHTLY CHEERFUL MUSIC

KITCHEN MURMUR

WHISKING SOUNDS

THE MUSIC GETS A MELANCHOLIC UNDERTONE

SCRUBBING SOUND

Anton.

Do you think I'm stupid?

What?

'What?' You've been planning this all along.

You're on your way up, and you don't care who you tread on.

MR K STUTTERS

You mean this job?

I... I don't care about this job.

The chef basically threw it at me.

Look, if you want, I'll mention you to the chef.

I don't need your hand-outs, mister.

Come on. Where would I be without you?

I'd probably be without any pants.

MUFFLED FOLK MUSIC WITH A STRONG BASS

We need a drink. MR K CHUCKLES

I probably wouldn't have any clothes on at all.

THEY HOWL WITH LAUGHTER

LOUD MUSIC, ANTON CHEERS THE PEOPLE IN THE ROOM CHEER

FRUSTRATED: I wanted to talk.

SILENCE

SOFT TAPPING NOISES

DULL FOOTSTEPS, CREAKING

DULL FOOTSTEPS FEARFUL GASPING

KNOCKING, A LOUD KNOCK CREAKING, FEARFUL GASPING

SOFT CREAKING

A SUDDEN INHALE

Have you seen the furniture? -Yeah, they must be cleaning.

No, no. They're not cleaning. Listen. I hung up a thread last night.

I had a theory. At first I thought it was absurd,

but I kept thinking about it. It was bothering me.

So I had to test it. But how? A thread.

And then I wake up and there it is. -There's what?

How many people are in this hotel? We have to warn them.

You're one weird guy in the morning.

I understand that it's hard to believe,

but you have to listen. I will explain.

Can we walk while you explain it?

I don't want to be late. -No, no.

In the evening the line was taut, in the morning it was slack.

You understand what that means? I was right.

We don't have time for these kind of games. Stop being ridiculous.

No, no. Look, look, look, look.

Anton.

RATTLING POTS AND PANS MURMUR

MAN: Look out!

CLANGING METAL

MAN: Get out of the way! Move!

What's happening? -The place is shrinking.

CLANGING SOUNDS VOICES SPEAKING IRRITATEDLY

BEEPING ALARM, SHOUTING

Do you have any idea of the cause of the problem?

No, I have no idea.

The best thing we can do, is stay calm and plan ahead.

I think we should divide the kitchen staff into two groups.

Send the smaller group out to look for the cause of the problem

and the rest of us spread out and search for the exit.

Then we can certainly inform all the guests as we go

and we can evacuate everyone in an orderly fashion.

What? Evacuate? What are you talking about?

Well, the building is under enormous strain.

Who knows how long it's going to last. We have to send people out immediately.

What people? -The kitchen staff. Everybody.

Have you gone mad? What time is it? -A quarter past seven, sir.

We are horribly behind.

Guests are calling in complaints that their breakfast hasn't arrived.

You have to admit that breakfast is not as important as people's lives.

Less important? The reputation of this kitchen is at stake.

Our lives might be at stake. Dead people do not eat breakfast.

So you are threatening me? Do you want to take over this kitchen?

You're not listening to me. You're not understanding what I'm saying.

I'm not questioning your authority.

I still sway the sceptre around here.

You are nothing without me behind you!

You're wasting time. Listen, everybody! -Don't you dare.

I can't do this on my own. You're forcing me to do this.

PUZZLED WHISPERS

ANXIOUSLY: The hotel is shrinking.

I have proof. You can see it for yourselves.

Look, the measurements are off. Your routines are different.

You're hitting things, you're bumping into each other.

You can tell what I'm saying is true. LOUD CLANGING SOUND

We're running out of time! Together we have a chance!

Why do we have to go? -Yeah, send the dinner department.

I've heard enough nonsense. Back to your posts!

FULL OF DESPAIR: You're going to listen to him immediately.

He's misleading you!

He's not saying what we need to do. Wake up. Together we have a chance!

You're fired, you hear me? Fired. Get out of my kitchen!

Are your lives worth nothing? Are your lives worth nothing?

THE CHEF GASPS FOR AIR EXCLAMATIONS OF ASTONISHMENT

CHEF: Get this man out of my kitchen. Now! Get him!

FIERCEFUL SHOUTING

MR K: Put me down! Put me down!

Listen. Listen. You're making a mistake!

HE GROANS FRUSTRATEDLY AND SIGHS

SHE MOANS

RUTH GIGGLES DELIGHTEDLY

Thank you so much, young man. How very nice to see you again.

I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't come by.

Are you moving out?

Oh. Lord, no. What a thought. SHE CHUCKLES

No, no, no. We are simply rearranging the furniture.

It no longer fits in the room.

You are that nice young man who was looking for the reception.

So nice to see you again. Did you find it, dear?

No. SARA: Well, that's odd, isn't it?

Don't start that again. SHE LAUGHS EXCUSEFULLY

There used to be some talk

of the presence of the divine here at the hotel.

We French like the mysterious. -Mm.

Nonsense, of course.

I did mention that we are French? Hm?

Yes.

ROMANTIC MUSIC, NEEDLE SCRATCHING

THEY SING ALONG IN FRENCH ♪ sans regrets, sans remords ♪

♪ engage la danse avec moi ♪

THE SINGING SOUNDS FAR AWAY

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

POUNDING, CREAKING

THE SINGING IN THE BACKGROUND BECOMES LOUDER

BAND MUSIC

RHYTHMIC BANGING ON PANS

VIBRATING SOUND ALL MUSIC ALL TOGETHER

THE CHAOS SWELLS ♪ la la la ♪

POUNDING, CHAOS

ALL SOUNDS MAKE UP ONE CHAOTIC MUSIC PIECE

RIPPING SOUND, THE MUSIC STOPS BANG, BREAKING GLASS

SOFT CREAKING

SOFT CREAKING

CREAKING FOOTSTEPS

BANGS, BREAKING GLASS

HE MOANS AND PANTS

BREAKING GLASS

SOFT CREAKING NOISE

DECISIVE MUSIC

LOUD THUMP

DECISIVE MUSIC

THE MUSIC FADES AWAY

SCREAMING: I'm not beat yet!

SILENCE

TAPPING SOUNDS

SOFT CREAKING

VIBRATING SOUND DULL FOOTSTEPS

DULL SLIDING SOUNDS

SOFT CREAKING

THE DOG MOANS QUESTIONINGLY

Hi there, doggy dog. Hi.

Where is the exit?

Yes? Where is the exit? Show me the exit.

THE DOG GROANS Come on.

You know where the exit is, you stupid dog.

THE DOG SNIFFS AND LICKS

SIZZLING POWER SOUND

MR K: Hello?

Anybody there?

FRIGHTENING TONE MR K GASPS, DULL THUMP

CLICK MR K PANTS FEARFULLY

THREATENING MUSIC

DEEP DULL TURNING SOUNDS

SIZZLING POWER SOUND MR K GASPS AND PANTS

SOFT CREAKING

What do you want?

Who are you?

SOFT CREAKING

STEADILY BEATING HEART

SOFT CREAKING IN THE BACKGROUND MR K LIGHTLY SNORING

THE SOUND OF SQUEAKY DOORS

HE GASPS

A RELIEVED SIGH

FAST BREATHING

HEAVY EXHALE

CLUCKING

A DRIPPING SOUND SOFT CREAKING

A DRIPPING SOUND SOFT CREAKING

TAPPING A DRIPPING SOUND

TAPPING

A DRIPPING SOUND

CLUCKING

CROWING AND CLUCKING

A SLIMEY SOUND

HE GASPS FRIGHTENEDLY

SOFT, OMINOUS MUSIC

HE GASPS

SLIMY SOUND

A SQUEAK THREATENING MUSIC

A GROWING, SLIMY SOUND

SHE BREATHES AGITATEDLY

SLIMY SOUND

AN EFFORT MOAN A HIGH SQUEAL ECHOING

THREATENING MUSIC RATTLING GLASS

A CLANGING PIPE

SOFT CREAKING

A RELIEVED SIGH

So you're here.

SCREWING SOUND

DISAPPOVINGLY: Mm.

Who put that stuff up in the hallway?

I'm not the liberator.

HE PANTS ANXIOUSLY

THE CREATURE MOANS SOFTLY

THE WOMAN BREATHES EMOTIONALLY

SOFT CREAKING

A DEEP SOUND

MYSTERIOUS TONES SWELL MR K WHISPERS TO HIMSELF

HE BREATHES ANNOYEDLY

OMINOUS WHISPERS MR K: Hey. Stop.

Enough!

THE MUSIC FADES AWAY THE PEOPLE BECOME QUIET

We have to mark every corridor. This is very important.

Otherwise we'll be checking corridors endlessly.

I wish there was a faster way of doing this,

but as it is, I'm afraid, this is our... our only chance.

We don't have a lot of time. Let's hurry.

PEOPLE: Yeah! Wooh!

Oh. Hi. Hey... Wait. Stop.

LOUD BANG HE MOANS

A RUMBLING SOUND A HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLE TONE

A CREAKING DOOR, THE SOUND OF SOMEONE BRUSHING THEIR TEETH

THE DOOR CLOSING

Stop, stop, put that back.

That's my toothbrush.

SOFT EATING SOUNDS

How long have you been here?

Where's my food?

FAST FOOTSTEPS

SOFT EATING SOUNDS

THE MAN GROWLS

Okay...

If you're going to stay here

we must have rules. If you need food

you must bring your own supply.

And don't touch my

things.

So we're supposed to sit here and starve while you eat?

You ate my food, there is no food left.

MAN: Found the exit?

No.

No, there's no room, there's no room.

EFFORT MOANS

No, no more people. Don't let anybody else in. No more people.

Okay. Come on in, come on in.

Be my guest.

LOUD MURMUR PARTY MUSIC WITH A HEAVY BASS

ANTON: You can still come back, you know.

ANTON CHUCKLES

The chef hasn't been the same since you left.

THEY CHUCKLE

Come on.

But don't you say anything crazy, okay?

THEY CHUCKLE

We'll pretend everything's fine and it all never happened.

Pretend nothing happened? Look around.

MURMUR PARTY MUSIC

I don't know what you mean.

You're all insane.

Is no one interested in what actually is going on?

What about the truth?

You think you know the truth.

But why is your truth better than mine?

DRIPPING SOUND

DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS

THE DOOR RATTLING

SNORING

SAD TONES

SOFT CREAKING A SOFT PEELING SOUND

SAD TONES OVER HEAVY BREATHING

A TELEPHONE RINGS FAR AWAY

IT RINGS LOUDER HE GASPS

Answer it!

Not at all. Of course not. That's most certainly a mistake, Madam.

Okay, thank you, Madam. Later. -No, no! Hello, hello?

A DIAL TONE

SOUND OF A HORN BEING PUT DOWN

Who was that? -The manager. Who else would it be?

It's her line.

Why would you do that?

I... just... picked up the phone.

What's wrong with you?

HE BREATHES ANGRILY

What's wrong with you? You idiot. You idiot!

THE MAN SOBS What are you shaking that man for?

THE MAN SHIVERS FRIGHTENEDLY

WOMAN: It was just a phone call.

You should be happy he picked up in the first place.

We're not your receptionists.

I was waiting for that call. -Then you should've stuck by the phone.

How was he supposed to know?

You might as well cut all of our heads off.

What's wrong with you? You're an idiot. Don't... No. Get up!

THE MAN SOBS FRIGHTENEDLY Get up, you idiot. Get up! Get up!

I'm... God... I'm okay. I swear I'm not going to do anything.

HE MOANS FIRGHTENEDLY

A SCREAM OF FRUSTRATION THE MAN SCREAMS

SOFTLY: It's all right. It's okay. It's okay.

You know, we didn't need an exit until you came.

It's my fault now, is it? -Calling yourself a liberator.

I didn't call myself anything. I'm not even supposed to be here.

Some say you're part of the problem. -Oh...

HE SCOFFS

That's just great.

That's just... that's just great.

SOFT CREAKING SOUND

SOFT HOPEFUL TONES

FAST LITTLE FOOTSTEPS

A SCRUBBING SOUND

Hey!

Come here!

PEOPLE SCREAMING ANXIOUSLY MR K: Out, out, out, out, out!

MR K SCREAMS HYSTERICALLY TENSE MUSIC

Out!

A LOUD RATTLING SOUND, KNOCKING MUFFLED PROTESTING

FAST FOOTSTEPS LEAVING MR K BREATHING HEAVILY

A LOUD POUND HE GASPS FRIGHTENEDLY

YELLING, LOUD POUNDING SOUNDS BREAKING GLASS

TENSE MUSIC

THE MUSIC STOPS THE POUNDING AND YELLING CONTINUE

A HIGH-PITCHED TURNING SOUND A VIBRATING SOUND

A LOUD BANG

SARA: There you are.

See? I knew I was right. I told you I was right.

RUTH: You look absolutely awful.

RUTH: Is much damage done?

HE MOANS

Things have been switched around,

but I think I can repair it.

Sabotaging parasites.

SARA: Did you know that among the ladies of the court of Louis the XVI

coffee was quite the rage? They used to gather together in large numbers,

drink coffee, smoke opium and let all the canaries loose. Coffee?

No, no, thank you.

Every minute I stay here, more of my work is being rubbed out.

SOFT CREAKING, A DEEP THUMP

CREAKING HE INHALES FRIGHTENEDLY

SOFT DRAMATIC TONES

MAN: Get him!

ATTACK-CRIES

POUNDING

POUNDING AND YELLING

What is all that noise?

LOUD BANGS

I'm never going to get out of here. Even if I knew the way

they'd never let me get to the lobby. Listen to them.

Have another piece of chocolate cake.

RUTH: Oh really, you are such a baby.

It is naive to assume that just because you came in by way of the lobby

means that that is also the way out.

What do you mean? HE PANTS

Just that the way in is not always the way out.

And vice versa, naturally.

POUNDING AND YELLING IN THE BACKGROUND Yeah...

Maybe.

Maybe I overlooked something.

Maybe the exit

is in here.

Oh. No. It's not in there.

Maybe the exit is in here.

No, it isn't!

Maybe the exit is in here.

No! Maybe it's in here.

BOILING, SLIMY SOUND

RUTH: Magnificent.

Unspeakable. Hideous. GROWLING SOUNDS

HE PANTS FRIGHTENEDLY

Is this what you meant? Is this the way out?

Maybe.

What do you mean, 'maybe'? RUTH: You are not going down that thing.

SARA: We have never seen it before. -It looks dangerous.

SLIMY SOUND HE PANTS FRIGHTENEDLY

It's like nothing I'd expect.

DEEP CREAKING, BOILING SOUND

POUNDING AT THE DOOR

Come with me. -We are quite comfortable where we are.

Thank you.

YELLING You can't stay here, this is insanity.

SARA: Coffee?

Coffee.

THE FRENCH RECORD PLAYS AGAIN

THE SONG ENDS IN ECHOES AND STOPS

THREATENING, DEEP SOUND

DEEP BUBBLING UNDERWATER SOUND

THE DRAMATIC TONES RETURN

PEOPLE YELLING Move! Break it down!

ATTACK-CRY

PEOPLE YELLING THEN THE YELLING STOPS

THUMPING SOUND, LIKE A HEARTBEAT

What do you want from me?

THE CREATURE MOANS DEEPLY

IT MOANS QUESTIONINGLY

SOFT CREAKING MURMUR

It's the oracle. ALL: Oh, the oracle...

Hail to the liberator! -Hail.

Can you show me the way out?

HOPEFUL MUSIC

DEEP ANIMAL SOUNDS

A HEARTBEAT

MR K, SOFTLY: What is it you want?

MR K, SOFTLY ECHOING: You're tired.

MR K, SOFTLY: I can feel it.

MR K, SOFTLY: You can't hold out much longer.

CREAKING

MR K, SOFTLY: What do you want from me?

ALL, AS IF THEY'RE CHANTING: The oracle, the oracle.

The oracle, the oracle.

MR K: You need to be free, too.

ANIMAL SOUNDS

ALL: The oracle, the oracle,

the oracle.

A SHRIEK

PEOPLE YELLING ANXIOUSLY CREAKING SOUNDS, SHRIEKING

THE CREATURE MOANS

A BOILING SOUND

ALL: The oracle, the oracle...

THE CREATURE MOANS AND SHRIEKS

CREAKING SOUNDS SOUNDS OF CHAOS, SHRIEKING

Stop. Stop it! ALL: The oracle.

You're killing it. You're killing it! THE CREATURE SHRIEKS

Go away. No! Get away from there! Get back!

Get back! Get back! No!

THE CREATURE MOANS

SLIMY SOUNDS

Murderer! Murderer! MR K: Is this right?

RIPPING SOUND THE CREATURE MOANS

MR K: Is this right?

THE WOMAN SCREAMS DEVOURING SOUND

SILENCE

A SOFT UNDERWATER RUMBLING SOUND

MR K: It all seemed so important at the time.

HOPEFUL TONES

MR K: I can't think of why now.

AN ANIMAL SOUND THAT SOUNDS LIKE TAPPING

A DEEP MOAN

MR K: Miniscule particles, clotting together,

seeking comfort.

ENCHANTING MUSIC

AN ANIMAL SOUND THAT SOUNDS LIKE TAPPING

MR K, SOFTLY: What lies beyond the universe?

ENCHANTING MUSIC