All language subtitles for Exam (2009) (1080p BluRay x265 afm72)

You deserve this. You do.

You've earned it.

I can do all things.

All things.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

I am the Invigilator.

Listen carefully to
every word I say.

There will be no repetition.

I won't apologize

for the hardships you've
endured reaching this room.

The pressures and the
pains were necessary.

Resilience is a key attribute
in these dark times,

and if you can't survive
our selection process,

you won't survive in the job.

Many highly qualified candidates

have tried to reach
this point and failed.

You have succeeded,

and now the final stage
lies before you.

One last hurdle separates
you from your goal,

which is to join our
esteemed ranks.

The test is simple
in comparison,

yet it will determine
who leaves this room

with a contract of employment

and who leaves with
the bus fare home.

Through these trials,

you've gained some idea of the
power of this organization,

so believe me when I tell you

that there is no
law in this room

but our law.

And the only rules in
here are our rules.

There is one
question before you,

and one answer is required.

If you try to communicate
with myself or the guard,

you will be disqualified.

If you spoil your paper,

intentionally or accidentally,

you will be disqualified.

If you choose to leave
this room for any reason,

you will be disqualified.

Any questions?

Best of luck, ladies
and gentlemen.

We're giving the eight
of you 80 minutes..

80 minutes for you
to convince us

you have what it
takes to join us,

80 minutes to determine the
next 80 years of your lives.

Begin.

I'm not finished.

No. Please.

You can't!

This isn't a proper test!

Please, I'll start over.

Just give me a chance.

Hey.

Listen, listen, listen.

Listen.

It's not about what
he said, you know.

It's what he didn't say.

"If you attempt," all
right, "to communicate"..

With myself or the guard..

"You will be disqualified."

He didn't say..

We can't speak to each other.

Now you're talking.

Is this the ultimate
mind-fuck or what?

So has anyone figured
out the answer yet?

No.

Because it's not
about the answer.

It's about the question.

What is the question?

We've got 74 minutes
left to figure that out.

Assuming the answer takes
1 minute to write down.

If it takes 73 minutes to write,

we have 1 minute to
guess the question.

We're short on writing space.

I'm betting it's the former.

We've got to help each other.

Why? We're in competition.

Why should I help
you to beat me?

Well, all right.

We may be in competition
to answer the question,

but to establish the question,

we have to work together.

We have to cooperate.

They expect us to
cooperate, don't they?

I mean, what did you expect?

That you were gonna
win this job,

with and all the rewards
that come with it,

a job you'd fucking kill for,

by giving them a little
simple written answer?

Facts and opinions?

Compare and contrast?

No, no.

They're not looking for that.

A job like this, right,
it needs initiative,

observation,

interplay.

Teamwork.

He's right.

We're in a stress scenario,

a confusing,
time-critical situation

designed to test our
intelligence and resilience.

To bring out the worst
in us, you mean.

Or the best.

We help each other until
the playing field is open.

And then it's each
man for themselves.

No offense, girls.

Are we agreed?

Yes.

Agreed.

Let's go, Gandhi.

My name is not Gandhi, friend.
It's-

Uh-uh. No names in here.

Well, not real ones anyway.

I mean, it's not
written on this.

So there's got to be a reason
for that, hasn't there?

We'll use nicknames then.

Yeah, all right.

Let's make this easy.

We already have numbers.

Yeah, and visual.

You're Black.

I'm White.

You're Brown.

We got Blonde here,

Brunette there.

Dark, I suppose.

And then last as well
as least, we got Deaf.

Tough last round.

Yeah, whatever.

Any objections?

Apart from your
grossly insensitive

sexual and racial stereotyping?

Well, if you're the
sensitive type,

you shouldn't be here, love.

I'll take Brown over Gandhi,

if it gets us talking about
something that matters.

All right, I'll
take that as a yes.

So what else hasn't
he forbidden?

He hasn't forbidden
us to stand, has he?

Well, I guess moving
about is okay too.

What's that going to achieve?

I don't know, Brown,

but sitting wasn't getting us
anywhere exciting, was it?

What if the question
is written down,

and we just can't see it?

- Ah, see, that's what
I'm talking about.

Thank you.

You mean like invisible ink?

Or a watermark.

It's possible.

It's probable, I'd say.

Where else could it be hidden?

We'd need something
to reveal it,

like light.

Right.

Those are halogen.

Those aren't.

They won't bite, you know?

Yeah, they're not gonna make
it that easy, are they?

We're on the clock.

How hard can they
afford to make it?

What if the pencil

isn't just for
writing the answer?

What if it reveals
the question too,

by shading the page,
like tracing paper?

Try it, Blonde.

No.

Remember what he said.

If you spoil your paper,
intentionally or accidentally..

You'll be disqualified.

Now, is anyone certain

they know what his
definition of spoiling is?

Look, come on, let's
crack this, all right?

Throw out some ideas.

What if the questions
are hidden in the paper

but each one is different,

so each of us has to write
a different answer?

He said..

There is one
question before you,

and one answer is required.

That doesn't mean it's
the same question

for each of us.

There could be eight different
questions and answers.

Yeah, all right, let's
cross that bridge later.

If we find one question,
we can find them all.

Not necessarily,

not if our eight
individual questions

can only be revealed using
eight different methods.

Perhaps we're not meant
to cooperate at all.

Oh, I like that idea.

Or there could be
only one question

printed on only one
of our sheets.

Then we'd need to cooperate
at the highest level.

Time-out for some testing.

Everyone up to the light.

Look, I told you.

They're not gonna make
it that easy, are they?

Unless you want to make a list
of our brain waves, White,

I suggest we cross
off a few as we go.

Fine.

Allow me.

Thank you.

Yeah, join in any time, Deaf.

You're not one for
small talk, are you?

Come on.

Yeah, all right, relax.

You'll get it back.

All right, like I said,

I think we can strike
light off the list.

Light is a spectrum.

There's light we can see,

but there's also
light we can't see,

like ultraviolet,
infrared, x-rays.

Mate, look, if we can't see it,

how are we supposed to find it?

The source must be visible,
even if the light isn't.

Right?

Find the light switches.

There aren't any.

Not in here anyway, and..

If you choose to leave
this room for any reason..

We'll be disqualified.

There must be some way
to trigger these.

This is emergency lighting.

So let's create an emergency.

That would be very risky.

Well, it's less risky than
doing nothing, isn't it?

He is right.

If we try this and fail,
we can't go back.

Blackout.

We vote.

Those too.

Nice. Very nice.

Touch of blue what you wanted?

This is black light,

the kind credit card firms use

to reveal their
security symbols.

Yeah, well, it's a shame

we didn't apply
to work for Visa.

Our gamble might have paid off.

It did pay off,

just not in the way you wanted.

You acted, and the room reacted.

We've entered a dialogue now.

We should keep going.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe not.

Sorry, it was invisible light
you said you wanted, yeah?

Because this looks pretty
fucking visible to me.

The scientific term for
it is "near-ultraviolet."

It didn't work, but
it was worth trying.

Well, if nothing else,

we should come out of
here with great tans.

We've got to knock
these out too.

The top halves of these
strips aren't lit.

Look.

Infrared, the other option.

That exposes something too?

It's less common
than UV, but yes.

Art historians use it
to make reflectograms

of sketch outlines
beneath paintings.

If there's a hidden
layer in our papers..

Carefully.

Let me guess. Near-infrareds?

All right, everyone. Try again.

Anyone? Anything?

No.

No.

Shit!

Okay, now can we please
get off the lighting?

If you can provide a
better alternative.

Any alternative.

We've burned a quarter
of our time already.

- Perhaps the company's
Japanese-owned,

and this is an origami exam.

Be our guest.

That sheet is yours to spoil.

Yes, it is.

But only your sheet.

It's a piece of paper.

No, this is more than
that now, isn't it?

This is experimental material.

If you spoil..

Your paper.

You will be disqualified.

This isn't mine. This is hers.

"Oh, it's not fair!"

And she's gone.

So..

Tracing.

Tracing.

Well, congratulations, Blonde.

Your idea sucks too.

This could all be a
distraction, you know?

We could be missing
something obvious.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. All
right, all right.

Okay, light does not work.

Lead does not work.

Liquid.

Oh, yeah.

All right.

Lick it. Spit on it.

Get it wet, all right?

If the question's watermarked,

maybe we need some kind of
liquid to bring it out.

What are you going
to do with yours?

You don't want to know, mate.

Actually, we do.

Well, you can come and watch.

You can hold it for
me, if you like,

although I'd prefer
if Blonde did.

That's disgusting.

By any means necessary,
right, brother?

If we can do it,
I say we should.

That's not gonna burn the
question out, you know?

Urine's sterile.
You can drink it.

Wish you would.

Oh, great. Pissing contest.

Anything?

I can't tell yet.
It's all yellow.

Hold it up and let us see.

Well, if you lend me a
glove, I'll oblige.

Well, I'm running out of ideas.

Giving up so easily, Black,
with 57 minutes on the clock?

You should be ashamed of your-

You know what-

Will you two shut up?

Some of us are trying to think.

At last, he speaks.

He's French.

Vous voyez la?

Can anyone speak French?

Vous voyez la?

"Can you see?"

Vous voyez?

Regardez bien.

"Can you see it in there?"

See what in there?

See what? What? Pretty colors?

Vous-meme.

"Yourself."

Vous vous voyez.

"It shows you yourself."

And then there were six.

Leave him alone. He's
done nothing to you.

Well, he's done nothing
for me either, has he?

Or any of us for that matter.
Nutter.

C'est vous..

Toujours y voir clairement
est primordial.

"To see clearly is all."

All right, all right.

That's enough out of
you, Sartre, all right?

Fucking philosophers.

Thank God that this world
belongs to the doers

and not the thinkers.

Since we're proposing
grand theories now,

let me advance one of my own.

This is not an exam,

not in the conventional
sense anyway.

Look around.

You couldn't ask for a
more representative group

to qualify for the final stage.

Four men and four women
entered this room,

all from differing cultures
and ethnic backgrounds,

possessing a healthy
mixture of skill sets.

How convenient that is.

How staged.

What are you saying?

That they rigged the tests
to bring us all together?

Some kind of experiment
in group dynamics.

What are you talking about?

I'm saying this is a game.

And they're betting on us.

Right, and who's they?

The board.

I'd guess they're
watching us right now.

They'll be ex-VCs mostly,

probably left the incubator

when they realized
their little start-up

had struck the mother lode.

Wouldn't get any sweeter
than this, I'm sure,

so they joined the board,

secured some big
fat stock options,

and bought themselves the
right to have a little fun..

with us.

You don't think

they have better things
to do with their time?

Like what?

At their level,

money ceases to be
the prime motivator.

It's risk they live for.

They're type As, like us,

and just as they were trained
by their investment companies,

they're still betting
on ideas today:

ours.

Who'll decipher the question?

Who'll come up empty and fold?

And who'll crack
under the pressure?

Could be wrong.

Could just be the
Invigilator behind there.

Wanna bet?

I wouldn't if I were you.

Brown talks like a gambler
because he is one.

A professional, aren't you?

And you, Dark, are a shrink.

Psychologist or psychiatrist?

I forget the difference.

Psychiatrists dispense
drugs to control mood.

I'm a qualified student
of human behavior.

Then you should know
what I'm talking about.

The point of having power

is to exercise it in
all of its forms.

We're pawns of the gods in here.

Oh, look, so what?

This changes nothing.

Yeah.

Games are played to be won,

as a team.

Yeah, or as individuals.

Not if the only way
for them to win

is for us to lose, all of us.

Have you thought about that?

You're wrong.

There is no them watching us.

The CEO is hands-on.

He micromanages anything of
importance to his company,

and this is no ordinary
selection process.

We're special.

If anyone's back there
besides the Invigilator,

it's him.

Everyone else is a secretary
in his structure,

even board members.

That's how he likes it.

How do you know all this?

We're wasting time here.

There's 50 minutes
left on the clock,

and we're no closer to
finding the question.

Somehow I suspect my question
relates to the question.

So answer me.

How did you learn
that information?

Same way you learned about
the board, I expect.

I don't know anything
about the board.

I made an educated guess,

but you, you know who the
CEO is and what he's like.

How come?

How come you don't?

Well, how could we?

We were headhunted, weren't we?

Why? Weren't you?

Of course not.

I heard there was a
vacancy and applied.

I thought we all did.

Are you saying you want
to work for this company

and jumped through every
hoop to get here,

but you don't know who they are?

- Well, look, they listed
salary and benefits, okay?

The job description detailed,

"A high level of responsibility
in a Fortune 500 company

"manufacturing
state-of-the-art technology

in a core service industry."

That's it, all right?

You didn't want to know
any more than that?

The deal was no questions asked.

Yeah, anyway, we
trust our agents.

Anyone would have done the
same in our position,

anyone with balls.

You all applied?

Yeah.

If this job is so prestigious,
why the need to advertise?

They didn't.

We have our sources.

All right, looks like we're a
little bit outnumbered here.

Well, I wouldn't cry about it.

You've got the edge over us now.

Oh, really? How'd you
work that one out?

Well, you're wanted, aren't you?

They invited you to apply.

See, I'd say we're disadvantaged

because you showed the
initiative to apply.

We're behind the curve now.

So tell us what you know,

starting with a complete
job description.

We don't have that information.

Oh, right, and you expect
us to believe that?

We don't know any more
about the job than you do.

We just know about the company,

and believe me, the
worst job with them

beats the best anyone
else can offer.

He's right.

Who they are, who the CEO
is and what he's achieved,

that's all you need to know.

All right, then, so
tell us about him.

I'll give you a clue.

Ten years ago,

a lot of healthy young
people around the world

got sick and started dying.

You may have read about that.

Then a medical researcher
patented a virus suppressant.

The mortality rate
halved in six months,

and now his company
is the biggest player

in the global health industry

with a turnover of $20 billion

and a market capitalization
of $60 billion.

If it was a nation-state,

it would rank as the world's
eighth largest economy.

Next year, that rises to sixth.

You may have read
about that too.

Bi-Org?

80 minutes..

To determine the next
80 years of your lives.

Remember?

Longevity is what they do.

Antisense drugs, gene therapy,
microsurgical applications.

Bullshit.

They announced a hiring
freeze last year.

Everyone knows that.

Publicly, that's true.

Privately, they're
expanding again,

gearing up for a big
push of some kind.

They've found a cure.

They must have.

Manufacturing and marketing

would triple in size
for the rollout.

There'd be jobs for all of us.

We don't know that.

But it's possible, isn't it?

How long would FDA approval
take if it's true?

Do you know?

That's not my field.

Whoa, hold on.

Why are you so interested?

Is there something
you want to tell us?

If you're asking am
I infected, White,

the answer is no.

I'm clean.

Oh, right.

But someone you
know isn't, right?

We all know somebody
with the virus.

That's why they
call it a pandemic.

Nice evasive maneuver,

but we're actually
talking about you

and the real reason you're here.

Yeah.

So what relative is it?
Is it your mum?

Your dad? Little sister-

It's my partner, okay?

He can't afford
the suppressants,

but they're discounted
to employees.

Are you happy now?

So who else is a
charity case here?

Hmm?

Yeah, you wouldn't speak
up if you were, would you?

You wouldn't want to commit
career suicide on camera

like she just has.

With a little help from you.

What? Hold on.

I didn't create her situation.

I've just exposed it.

Doesn't matter.

If she gets the answer
right, she's still hired,

like the rest of us.

Oh, really? What? Says who?

What? What? Them?

If memory serves me correct..

The only rules in
here are our rules.

They can disqualify
everyone, okay?

They can do whatever they like,

and we can't do a
thing about it.

So congratulations.

You have just
disqualified yourself

without breaking any rules.

Now, he won't kick you out,

but you are dead in
the water, honey.

Dead in the water.

Don't listen to him.

We'll get through this
together, all right?

Thanks, but I don't
need your help,

because my situation
isn't a weakness.

It's a strength.

I'm sure they're smart
enough to realize that.

And if I could talk to the CEO,

I would assure him that the
treatment my partner needs

will only deepen my commitment
to his organization

for years to come.

You really think
he's behind there?

He's lived behind
walls for years.

No one outside his inner
circle has even seen him

since the IPO.

If he wanted to
hire an assistant,

this is the way he'd do it.

What are you doing?

Proving my worth.

You may have run out of
ideas, but I haven't.

Don't even try talking to him.

I'm not gonna talk to him.

Is there anything in there,

or is he just happy to see you?

What have we here?

Is that all?

Heat may have an effect

if the papers have been
chemically treated.

If we warmed them from beneath-

It's not heat and
chemicals, Black.

It's just chemicals.

What are you talking about? H20?

We've already tried H20.

It's in all our bodily fluids.

We don't know what these
pipes are connected to.

You could pump any
liquid through them.

Come on, Einstein.

Good Lord. You're right.

These aren't infrared at all.

These are safelights,

common standard-issue
safelights.

We're in a darkroom.

This room is a
great, big darkroom.

And this must be
photographic paper.

Meaning we can develop it?

You hope.

Developing photos isn't
a one-stage process.

It takes chemical
baths, fixing agents.

For color photography.

To pull black letters
from a white background,

all you need is
developing fluid,

nothing more.

Let's do this.

I'm in.

Even if she's right,
am I the only one

who thinks a chemical
shower is a bad idea?

It'll be diluted.

I doubt they want to
hire damaged goods.

But covering your eyes, nose,
and mouth may be wise.

They're not the only
things worth covering.

Oh, that's it.

Join in at last.

You're deaf but not dumb, eh?

No worries, love. Let me.

Let's go.

Well?

It could take a few moments.

Where's my paper?

Has anyone seen my paper?

No.

You bastard!

Bastard!

How could you?

How could you? Bastard!

What did you just do?

What I had to.

I should punch your lights out.

Black, what did you do?

It's not what he did.

It's what he said.

What?

"Lights out."

So..

Lights up.

That's better.

Lights out.

Lights up.

Voice-activated.

They're playing with us.

Great, isn't it?

Okay, from now on, everybody,
watch what you say.

And do.

Up one minute, down the next.

Can't write on this
anymore, can you?

Go on, try it.

All right, don't then.

Are you hungry, mate?

Oi, are you hungry?

I am. I'm really hungry.

There's no snack machines
in here, though, are there?

Go on, rip it up.

Oi, rip it up.

Hey. What did I tell you before?

She said leave him alone, White.

That's it, hold it. Hold it.

That's it, hold it.

Tear it up. Rip it up.

White, will you stop?

Tear it. Go on, like that.

Tear it.

That's it. There,
there, there, there.

I won't tell you again, White!

That's it. That's a good boy.

Go on. Go on.

Go on, more, more, more.

Put it in your mouth.

S'il vous plait.

S'il.. S'il vous plait.

And then there were five.

"Bastard" doesn't
do you justice.

You said we should cooperate

until we discovered
the question.

Ah, so I lied.

All right, I lied.

So what?

Lying is not against
the rules, is it?

Anyway, you don't
have to listen to me,

let alone agree or obey.

You should thank me.

All of you should
thank me, okay?

I've just narrowed
down the field,

so your odds improve.

Odds mean nothing without the
question in front of us.

And you can forget about
any more help from us

in finding it.

No, no, no. I don't
need your help.

I think you'll find it's
you who needs my help.

You know why?

'Cause I've figured it out.

Oh, really? The question?

What is it, then? Tell us.

Why should I?

Because if you don't,

I'll beat it out of you.

You're full of shit, White.

You have been from the start.

You don't know anything.

He wouldn't tell us if he did

because he's a narcissist.

He despises us.

Sticks and stones, love.

Yeah, I bet you say that to
all the boys, don't you?

Only the ones

with narcissistic
personality disorder.

There are nine character
traits to look for,

arrogance, grandiosity, a
belief in one's uniqueness,

a preoccupation with
power and success,

an excessive need to be admired,

a sense of entitlement,
lack of empathy,

and the twin tendencies to
envy and exploit others.

For clinical diagnosis,

a patient must exhibit
five of these.

You tick enough boxes.

Well, you can add a
tenth to that list,

the tendency to see through

all the bullshit
that surrounds you

and rise above it.

I'll tick that box myself.

Let me tick it for you.

That was smart.

That was necessary.

We may need him.

He's a resource,
if nothing else.

You don't like someone?

Outwit them.

He's an enemy of the
group and a distraction.

You gonna give me a hand?

One, two..

What are you doing?

Ensuring that he can't
cause any more trouble

when he wakes up.

And taking him out of the game.

That hardly seems fair.

He sacrificed his right
to fair treatment.

Forward a bit.

See?

I put him down,

and suddenly we're
cooperating again.

He's a talker.

We could go further than this.

She's right.

We could carry him to the door

and slide him out.

He ejected two of us.

Why shouldn't we eject him?

Call it justice, or
karma if you prefer.

You don't believe
in forgiveness?

I'll be happy to forgive
him afterwards.

And your gospel of cooperation?

I will tolerate anyone,

except the intolerant.

Those in favor..

50/50.

To each his own.

Okay, if you can't think
selflessly about this,

think selfishly.

The Invigilator said..

If you choose to leave
this room for any reason,

you will be disqualified.

He's not choosing
to leave, is he?

You're choosing for him,

which puts you at risk too.

Go on, White, spoil yourself.

It's your turn. Go on.

Make your mark.

Look, we have less than
half an hour left,

and we still don't
know the question.

He claims to know the question.

Shut up!

I need medication.

It's in my pocket.

What kind of medication?

What does it matter?

Well..

Look, it's a pill. All
right, it's a pill.

I need to take it every
hour, on the hour, okay,

and that's right now.

Every hour, on the hour?

Only one condition
is treated that way.

You're infected too, aren't you?

Well, that's more than justice.

That's poetic justice.

Look, if you don't believe me,

just untie my arms so I can
fucking take the pill.

Go on!

Nice try.

It's pathetic, actually.

All right, take it yourself.

Go on. Get it for me yourself.

It's in my left pocket.

Come on, I'll do what you want.
Just do it.

Really?

Tell us what the
question is, then.

All right, I'll tell you.

Get the pill, and I'll tell you.

Come on, fucking do it!

Go on. It's in my left pocket.

Go on, try again. It's in there.
Go on.

The fuck is it?

Fuck. Has one of you taken it?

One of you has fucking taken it!

This isn't funny!

You know what happens when
you don't take suppressants.

Unconsciousness,

convulsions, shock, coma,

then death.

We know exactly what happens,

and the process takes
hours, not minutes.

Listen, listen, mate, listen.

I'll be out of it for
good, all right?

A taste of your own medicine.

Come on. Don't do it.

Don't do it, mate.

Look on the bright
side, brother.

If you start to convulse,

we'll know you're
telling the truth.

Then we'll gladly help you.

Looks like you got your wish.

For now.

He had to be dealt with,
one way or another.

I wouldn't be surprised if
he was a plant all along.

It's the kind of thing they'd do

to stir up our
internal dynamics,

to set us against one another.

If so, we've seized
back the initiative.

Or you have.

See, he's not smart
enough to be a plant.

But you on the other hand..

You think she's one of them?

Don't be absurd.

I told you. I'm a psychologist.

You claimed to be a qualified
student of psychology,

not a practitioner.

I've studied psychology too

and reverse psychology.

What better way to hide your
true role in this farce

than to accuse another candidate
of playing your part?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Amateur psychology is a
useful tool for gamblers,

but a degree in the subject,

well, that sounds like
the perfect foundation

for a career in, say,
human resources.

You're on the wrong side
of the glass, aren't you?

He's the one who manipulated us.

Maybe you work as a team.

Yeah, he's got the mouth, yeah.

But you,

you know an awful lot about
Bi-Org Pharmaceuticals.

- I told you. I applied.

So did we.

And I do my research.

So did we.

Any one of us could be plants

but not all of us.

At least one candidate
has to be genuine

for the test to be viable.

That would be me.

And me.

My point is, we can't prove
anyone's guilt or innocence,

so it's a waste of time to try.

If we can't maintain
trust and cooperation,

we're through.

Trust has to be earned, sister.

We never had cause
to trust each other

in the first place.

Trust is a choice.

We can choose to keep
cooperating if necessary.

I think it's necessary.

We have no other option.

See, trust makes me nervous.

I prefer proof.

What the fuck are you doing?
What are you doing?

Get off me!

Are you insane? - Get off me!

Brown, why are you doing this?

Because I like winning.

Now tell us the truth, Dark.

Please.

You said we have to
trust each other.

Now you're gonna stand there
while he interrogates me?

Looks like it.

They want to know too.

Further denials will
only waste time.

Confess, and I'll release you,

I promise.

Okay, I work for them,

but they didn't put me in here.

I heard about the job internally

and applied like everyone else.

Not everyone.

Tell us what we want to know.

I can't tell you anything
because I don't know anything.

HR doesn't cover
the CEO's office.

He hires his staff personally.

I'm not lying.

I want to step up
as badly as you do.

Like I said.

Trust is a devalued
currency in here.

What proof can I
possibly give you?

You know, it's funny

how something so
simple and inoffensive

as a piece of paper,

when placed in the wrong hands,

can become a deadly weapon,

all from one slice of a tree.

What are you doing?

What has to be done within
the time remaining.

You're gonna torture me?

Do something! Please!

Brown, what are you doing?

I know what I'm doing.

Meaning what? You've
done this before?

In the services, yeah.

I thought you were a gambler.

All soldiers are gamblers.

See, I find the flesh
of the inner thigh

especially sensitive.

Fuck you! Get off me!

All right, stop this.

This can't be our only option.

No, it isn't. It's mine.

What have we here?

It seems you got
there before me.

What? Undervalued at
work and at home?

Daddy didn't love you. Hmm?

So you studied psychology
to find out why.

Tell me I'm wrong.

No, actually on second thoughts,

don't answer that.

Answer this.

What is the question?

I don't know!

You're lying!

I don't know! I swear!

What is the question?

What is the purpose
of this exam?

Do you think I'd volunteer

if the only way for
you to solve this

was to beat it out of me?

How fucked up are you?

With 20 minutes left,
this fucked up.

Okay, enough. That's enough.

Don't interfere.

For God's sake, she's a woman.

Equal opportunities, Black.

HR wouldn't expect
anything less, would they?

Oh, by all means,
ask him for help.

It's nothing personal.

I just need to know
what you know.

Brown, don't do this.

There must be another way.

We need certainty,

the kind only unbearable
pain can give.

I've told you everything I know!

Please, stop!

Or the threat of it.

She's telling the truth.

Sorry.

Here.

Thank you.

You wanted convulsions.

Now you've got them.

You think he's faking it?

It's genuine.

How do you know?

My wife,

she died from it.

I'm a carrier.

He's not faking.

Even liars tell the
truth occasionally.

He really needs that
pill, doesn't he?

Fast.

If anyone took it, own up now.

All right, if we can't
trust each other,

we'll have to search each other.

Nothing.

Got any gum?

Sorry.

I'm all out.

Really?

All soldiers are gamblers,

and all gamblers are
cheats, I've found,

given the opportunity.

I took a calculated risk.

You're as bad as he is.

No, he's worse.

There was never any
pretense about White.

Let's think about this
selfishly again, huh?

While he's dying?

That's not selfishness.
That's murder.

Coma comes before death, right?

I mean, people recover
from comas, yeah?

Not this kind.

Sink too deep, and
it's irreversible,

but that pill mimics an
adrenaline shot to the heart.

If you're gonna
do it, do it now.

Have you forgotten what
you said about him?

We're not releasing him.

We're saving his life.

Let her go!

Afraid I can't do that.

I can see it, but I can't reach.

Let me try.

Obviously the gods agree
with my risk assessment.

Is he unconscious?

He's lapsing.

We have to carry him
out for treatment.

Bi-Org will understand.
Trust me.

Are you gonna help me?

Fine.

You can live with his death
on your consciences.

I can't.

He's bleeding.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

I haven't seen this before,

but it can't be good.

Do something, Black!

- Like what? I'm not a doctor.

Help him, please!

Can't you see he's dying?

No! I work for you!

I work here!

You weren't wrong
about that pill.

Hey.

If you can hear me, nod your-

Fuckers.

I have it too, brother.

Yeah, well, don't
expect me to thank you.

You have her to thank,

not me.

Well, I would've preferred
a kiss of life.

Bet you're good at
that, aren't you?

Well..

Four down and four to go,

and only ten minutes
on the clock.

It's exciting.

I felt you take it, you know?

Is the room not big
enough for both of us?

That's the spirit, Brown.

If you remember me taking it,

you'll remember the
promise you made us.

Blonde gave you the
pill as requested.

Now give us what we
asked for in return.

The question?

What is it?

Where is it?

You still don't get it, do you?

Let me spell this out for you.

There is no question.

All right?

There never was one.

Well, not the kind you're
looking for anyway.

That's what you've
been holding back?

That's your big secret?

Mm-hmm.

You heard the Invigilator.

There is one
question before you,

and one answer is required.

There is one question!

You're calling him a liar?

When you've eliminated
the impossible,

whatever is left has to
be the truth, doesn't it?

No matter how crazy it seems.

This test is the question.

And the answer is us.

We're the answers.

Answers?

Plural?

If I recall..

One answer is required.

Singular.

That's right.

Just one of us.

You wouldn't dare.

Whoa! Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

Everybody calm down, yeah?

Seconded.

Crikey. All right, all
right, all right.

You're not gonna shoot me.

I didn't take it to shoot you.

I took it to stop you
from using it on us.

Let me tell you what I think.

I think we're the answers too,

all of us together, as a team.

I think we'd all passed
when we walked in here,

and all each of us can do today

is lose what we've already won

through selfishness,
stupidity, and impatience.

Deaf was right.

We see what we want
to see in here.

You're a fighter,

so all you can think about is
being the last man standing,

but they never said

there was only one
position available.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right.

I see what I want to see, Black.

And you hear what you
want to hear, all right?

But answer me this, brother.

What corporation doesn't know

how many positions
it's got available?

What CEO can't decide

whether he wants one
assistant or eight?

There's only one job
going in his office,

you know that?

And the rest is fantasy.

White, stay back.

This ain't worth killing for.

You seem to think it is.

Is it?

Worth dying for?

Put the gun down, Black.

You started this.

Now it's in play.

We can't just put it
back in the holster.

Throw it out the door then.

That won't break any rules.

Go on. Shoot me.

Go on. Shoot me in the head.

Go on.

Yeah, see?

You can't fight who
you are, can you?

Don't!

Fucking..

Fingerprint ID.

No!

That's okay.

That's okay.

Okay, okay.

Just tell us what you want.

I want to be alone!

You want us to spoil our papers?

Disqualify ourselves?

Okay.

We'll take those odds
over the alternative.

You win.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

I can't let my partner
escort you out.

We just became friends.

How about you walk out instead?

Each of you. One by one.

Starting with you.

Come on, we ain't got all day.
Let's go.

They deserve you.

Now you.

Come on.

Don't be stupid, Black.

You won't shoot.

I'll be missed.

You're sick, like me.

Your death will be
explained away, okay?

No one outside this
room even cares.

They got problems of their own,

like avoiding the
infection themselves.

Your conscience will haunt you.

You're assuming I got one.

I'll go.

I'm through with this.

Ready?

Don't cry, darling.

You were a passenger
in here anyway.

You fucked your way to the top.

Then I saved your life.

Well, anyone can make a mistake.

Lights out!

Lights on!

Toujours y voir clairement
est primordial.

"To see clearly is all."

Well?

You said there's one answer,

and you're looking at him!

I've done everything!

I've made everything
happen in here,

and she's done nothing!

It's me! I'm the one you want!

I'm the one you want!

If you try to communicate
with myself or the guard,

you will be disqualified.

Oh, that's it. Join in at last.

Deaf but not dumb, eh?

There is one
question before you,

and one answer is required.

Ready?

Answers?

That's what you've
been holding back?

That's your big secret?

You still don't get it, do you?

What is it?

Where is it?

The question?

What is the purpose
of this exam?

The question?

What is it, then? Tell us.

What does it matter?

You really think
he's behind there?

He's lived behind
walls for years.

How do you know all this?

What are you saying?

That they rigged the test
to bring us all together?

Is there something
you want to tell us?

It's a piece of paper.

No, this is more than
that now, isn't it?

If we can't see it,

how are we supposed to find it?

What if the question
is written down?

We just can't see it.

What if it reveals
the question too?

They're not gonna make
it that easy, are they?

How hard can they
afford to make it?

So has anyone figured
out the answer yet?

It's not about the answer.

It's about the question.

What is the question?

What is the question?

Any questions?

No.

That's the answer you wanted

to the first question
asked of us.

The only question asked of you.

I almost missed it too.

Almost.

As it is, we're happy to
be hiring someone today.

I haven't accepted yet.

You wouldn't have participated

if you didn't want the job.

That was before,
before all this.

Now it's over.

I have questions.

Questions?

More than one.

Ask.

You don't look like him.

Any suit can play the CEO

for shareholders and the media.

Our founder isn't a businessman.

He has no interest in fame.

It's too bad.

That was some performance.

What makes you think
it was a performance?

Our founder is a
scientist, an innovator.

He's very particular

about those he invites
to work with him,

especially when it comes to

the most important
hiring decision

he's ever had to make.

Important enough to kill for?

What makes you think he's dead?

While searching for the cure,

we stumbled upon something
far more powerful.

Rapid cell regeneration..

in a pill.

It eradicates the virus and
other stubborn mutations.

Magic bullet.

Gift of life for millions.

Such a breakthrough

creates unanticipated dilemmas,

too great for any
one man to bear.

People are going to
need this product.

We can only produce
so much at a time.

Tough decisions are
gonna have to be made

by a wise administrator,

someone who combines a
listening disposition

with attention to detail

and a compassion for
her fellow man.

If you are still interested.

Ll est revenu.

He is..

risen.

Let's get started.