Mr. K (2025)

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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 caf.

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 prostit*tes,

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 HEARTBEABANGING 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 EXCITEMENBIOGRAPHER: 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, as*h*le.

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 ASTONISHMENCHEF: 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 HEARSOFT 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 QUIEWe 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 HEARTBEAWhat 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 HEARTBEAMR 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 k*lling it.

You're k*lling it!

THE CREATURE SHRIEKS

Go away. No!

Get away from there! Get back!

Get back! Get back! No!

THE CREATURE MOANS

SLIMY SOUNDS

m*rder*r! m*rder*r!

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