Dark Floors Page #3

You tell me.

What are they doing?... Ben?

Why are they here, huh?

You know the answer.

The emptiness.

This is a hospital, and

they're doing some repairs.

Maybe they hit a gas pipe

and were...

all high and hallucinating.

Hallucinating the same

thing at the same time?

No, it could be that I'm hallucinating

all of this, all of you.

Yeah, and you're wearing a night gown,

and we're all gonna wake up in any minute.

The X-Ray, If we stay here for too long

we're gonna be exposed to the radiation.

Cancer is not gonna kill any of us.

This is sh*t.

You don't want to go out there.

This is bullshit, this is just a

mass psychosis a body with no eyes...

But we all saw it, god-damn it.

Yes we did, but it's time to

use a little common sense.

Fool.

I think the rest of us

should stay together.

So what do we do now?

Take the X-Ray machine

on our way for help.

When is Sarah suppose

to take her medication?

Soon.

What happens if she doesn't get it?

Help! Help!

- What was that?

- John!

Help, get me out of here!

Open the door!

Help me get out!

To die... is beautiful.

Watch out!

Perfect girl.

Tobias, what're you doing?

It doesn't hurt.

Dying is easy.

Stop.

Stop it...

You don't know what are you doing.

Oh I know what I'm doing.

I know it a hundred times.

Tobias.

I promise you will sleep.

Do you know how it feels,

when it's cold...

when it's really, really cold?

- He looks ok.

- Let's pull him out.

Come on!

Hang in there.

What the hell did this?

It's all falling apart,

everything's falling apart.

Sarah, are you feeling ok?

Have you seen that?

Have you?

I want the red crayon.

I want the red crayon!

Just as soon as we get home, alright?

- How are you feeling?

- Hurts like hell.

That freaking rent-a-cop and

his sidekick hit me.

You know, you should be thankful

your head's still on your shoulders.

- You almost got us killed.

- Who me?

If we didn't have to drag, that

retarded kid around with us...

we might be out of here already.

- Is this real? Huh?

- Hey!

Stop it!

Mass psychosis, huh?

Somebody has to take control

of the situation.

This situation can't be control,

not by you, not by anybody.

Not by you either.

No.

Shhh...

It's the intercom.

- I think I've heard that before.

- You should know what that is.

Hello, is anyone there?

- Hello?

- Hello?

Hello?

What floor are you on?

- We're on the... floor.

- What floor?

What floor?

Hello?

At least we know we're not alone.

Oh yeah, a lot of good it's gonna

do, we're all in the same sh*t.

Let's find them. Come on.

What the hell?

They blocked this exit.

Come on Rambo,

do something useful.

Find us a real way out.

You wanted out.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes