Cube Page #4

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Again the boot lands in a new room. This time, it's red.

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QUENTIN:

What?

RENNES:

The air seems dry in there.

HOLLOWAY:

Trapped?

RENNES:

Molecular chemical sensor.

QUENTIN:

Why the hell didn't the boot set it off.

RENNES:

The boot's not alive. It detects hydrogen-sulfide extruded from the skin.

QUENTIN:

How come, you know so much about sensors, Renz?

RENNES:

Rennes... Not Renz! It's french!

QUENTIN:

Fine, you're french. I'm asking how...

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Rennes opens a new door and throws the boot.

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QUENTIN:

Rennes... Sensorexpert... With the right age... I don't believe it...

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Quentin laughs.

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QUENTIN:

This guy is The Wren...

HOLLOWAY:

The what?

QUENTIN:

The Wren. The bird of Attica. through the coop on six major prisons.

RENNES:

Seven!

HOLLOWAY:

You're kidding right?

LEAVEN:

You can get us out?

RENNES:

Maybe.

HOLLOWAY:

An escapeartist!

RENNES:

Yes, I'm Harry "f***ing" Houdini. The only reason I dragged you so far, is cause I need your boots. If you're not smarting up I'm gone like that. No more talking... No more guessing. Don't even think about something which is not right in front of ya. That's the real challenge, you gotta save yourselves from yourselves.

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Rennes jumps into the new room. We hear a click.

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RENNES:

Merde.

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Rennes gets acid in the face. He screams, and the door closes. In the other room, the door begins to open.

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QUENTIN:

Get him out!

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Rennes' head is partly dissolved. He screams quietly, because he has blood in his mouth. The others scream too. They lay him in a corner. After a little while they look to him again. He's dead, most of his head his been dissolved.

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QUENTIN:

So it was electrochemical or whatever, right? And he missed it. The Wren... That's great, that's f***ing great.

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Quentin turns the corpse of Rennes around with a foot.

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