The Belko Experiment Page #3

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(SNIFFS)

Hey, what's up?

Are you smoking pot?

What?

We just had our lives threatened

and you come up to hang out?

That dude on the speakers?

Please.

That sh*t's hilarious.

You guys are insane

for smoking pot at Belko.

They test here.

They'll fire you, you know.

It's from Panama, man.

It's not that strong.

(LAUGHS)

It isn't.

I know.

It ain't melting

at all, Bud.

No, no, look.

It ain't even hot.

What?

Feel it. Feel it.

I've never seen

anything like that.

Do you know what

kind of metal this is?

BUD:
Mmm.

I don't really know.

MIKE:
Barry.

Sorry, this is rude.

Damn hot with

all these bodies.

Yeah. Um, I think that they

turned the air conditioning off.

Hey, Wendell.

Yo!

Can I get one of those?

100%.

Hey, listen.

It's great that you

calmed everybody down,

but, um, I don't

think this is a prank.

No?

No, I mean,

these walls,

they seem designed to keep

people in just as much as out.

There's no cell reception.

That's not an easy thing to accomplish.

(SOFTLY) Those new

guards this morning?

I saw one of them

heading over

to that old hangar

that's next door.

So my guess is that is

where they're set up.

So what are you saying?

We should pick out

a couple folks to kill?

No, no.

Not at all.

That was a joke, Mike.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

I mean, I know.

Um, but I'm not sure how much

people are gonna be joking

if something else

happens.

Something like what?

Something.

Listen, Mike.

In a situation like this,

it's normal for a handful of

folks to panic and overreact.

Would you agree with that?

Sure.

So why don't you consider that you

might be one of those people?

All right?

I brought some bottled water

from the cafeteria.

Why don't you guys

grab yourselves some?

Not getting jack up here, either.

God damn it.

Keith!

I see one!

Who?

Right there! Look!

In the window.

The security guard from this morning.

Hey! Hey!

KEITH:
Hello!

LEOTA:
Help us!

We're stuck!

We're trapped!

ROBERTO:
Help us, please!

KEITH:
Come on, man!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

What the f***?

You guys,

quit getting so worked up.

I'm sorry.

What, man?

Bro, did you even happen

to read what you signed

when you started

working for this place?

We gave these f***ers

the right to do

practically whatever the f***

they wanted to do to us.

Oh, kill us?

No, dude.

It's a psychological

f***ing test, man.

They wanna see how we'll

react to this bullshit.

Look at me.

Look how f***ing chill I am.

They lose, man.

I f***ing win.

So just relax

and take the day off, man.

Consider it a present from

corporate f***ing America.

(GUNSHOT)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Oh, my God!

What the f***?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

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