Mr. K (2025) Movie Script
1
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 prostitutes,
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, asshole.
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 killing it.
You're killing it!
THE CREATURE SHRIEKS
Go away. No!
Get away from there! Get back!
Get back! Get back! No!
THE CREATURE MOANS
SLIMY SOUNDS
Murderer! Murderer!
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
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 prostitutes,
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, asshole.
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 killing it.
You're killing it!
THE CREATURE SHRIEKS
Go away. No!
Get away from there! Get back!
Get back! Get back! No!
THE CREATURE MOANS
SLIMY SOUNDS
Murderer! Murderer!
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