Cube 2: Hypercube Page #2

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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.

How do you know,

Mr. Cigarette Burns?

What are you, an expert?

As a matter of fact,

you weedy little sh*t--

They're coming!

They're coming!

They're coming.

They're coming.

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.

Whoa.

Watch your step.

Watch your step.

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.

- Max.

- 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.

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.

All I can say is--

They just don't make any sense.

That's right.

They sure don't.

It's as if the rooms

are moving around very quickly.

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.

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.

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,

a**hole.

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.

Are you trying to kill us?

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

You've got no information whatsoever.

- It's here.

- Jesus...

what the f***?!

Come on.

He's conscious.

Sit him up.

Sit him up.

Come on, soldier.

Talk to me, soldier.

Talk to me.

What's going on here?

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.

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