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(metal clanging)
(heavy thump)
(heavy door opening)
(mechanical whirring)
(buzzing)
(squeaking)
(gasping)
(coughing)
(retching)
(gasps)
Hello?
(coughing)
Hello?!
(panting)
(squealing)
(gasping)
Hey! Hey!
Help me!
(rapid panting)
(whirring stops)
(buzzer blares)
(panting slows)
(whirring)
(laughter)
Okay, go get him.
Day one, Greenie.
Rise and shine.
(laughter)
Kid looks like a slopper to me.
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
I could use some help in the kitchen.
(laughter)
ALL: Oh!
Hey, we got a runner!
Yeah, look at him go.
(panting)
(groans)
Whoa!
Oh, yeah!
(laughter)
Watch it there, Greenie.
Nice!
(whooping)
Take it all in.
Be here a long time!
(whooping continues)
(panting)
Come on back!
(boys whooping)
(grunting)
(lock clicking)
He's all yours!
I got it.
Tie the end.
(goat bleating)
Okay.
What do you think?
Hey.
(gasps)
Hey there, Green Bean.
You're not gonna run again, okay?
Good.
(lock clicking)
(clears throat)
My name is Alby.
Now, can you tell me anything about yourself,
who you are,
where you came from?
Anything at all?
(sniffling) No.
Can you tell me your name?
No.
I, uh... I can't remember anything.
Why can't I remember anything?
It's okay.
(breathing heavily)
Hey, relax.
Relax.
It's normal.
(sighs)
It happens to us all.
You get your name back in a day or two.
It's the one thing
they let us keep.
What is this place?
Let me show you.
(indistinct chatter)
ALBY: We eat here.
We sleep here.
We grow our own food.
We build our own shelter.
Whatever we need, the Box provides.
The rest is up to us.
"The Box"?
Yeah.
They send them once a month with fresh supplies
and a new Greenie.
This month, that's you.
Congratulations.
Sent up? By who, though?
Who put us here?
Yeah, that we don't know.
Hey, you all right, Alby?
(chuckles)
Green Bean, meet Newt.
Hi.
When I'm not around, he's in charge.
Well, it's a good thing you're always around, then.
Listen, that was some dash you made earlier.
You know, for a second,
I thought you had the chops to be a runner,
till you face-planted.
(laughs)
That's great.
Wait, a "runner"?
Newt, do me a favor.
Go find Chuck.
All right.
Thanks.
Look, I'm sorry to rush this.
You came up a little late, and there's a lot to do.
We got something special planned tonight.
Yeah. You'll see.
Hope you're not afraid of heights.
Let's go.
Come on.
This is all we got.
We've worked hard for it.
If you respect this place,
you and I will get along just fine.
What's out there?
We only have three rules.
First, do your part.
No time for any freeloaders.
Second, never harm another Glader.
None of this works unless we have trust.
And most importantly,
never go beyond those walls.
Do you understand me, Greenie?
Hey, Alby!
(chuckles)
ALBY: Hey, Chuck.
Where you been, man?
CHUCK: It's basically the same story
for all of us.
We wake up in the Box.
Alby gives us the tour.
Then here we are.
Don't worry.
You're already doing better than I did.
I clunked my pants three times
before they got me out of the pit.
Three more of those!
Oh, come on.
Here's the last one.
All right, lash those all together, guys.
Dude, where are you going?
I just want to see.
You can look around all you want,
but you better not go out there.
Why not? What's through there?
I don't know. I just know what I'm told.
And we're not supposed to leave.
(sighs)
Hey, Chuck.
New Greenie, huh?
How does it feel to be promoted?
Feels great, Ben.
I thought no one was allowed to leave.
I said we're not allowed to leave.
They're different-- they're runners.
They know more about the maze than anyone.
W-Wait, what?
What?
What? You just said "maze."
What? I-I did?
Yeah.
CHUCK: Where are you going?
What are you doing?
I'm just gonna take a look.
I told you, you can't.
No one leaves, especially not now.
It's not safe.
Okay, all right, I'm not gonna go.
Hey!
(grunts)
(panting)
We got to stop meeting like this, Greenie.
Get off me.
All right, calm, calm,
calm, calm.
Hey, don't touch me!
Whoa, take it easy.
Take it easy. Just relax.
Hey, what the hell is wrong with you guys?
Relax.
Just calm down, all right?
No, okay?
Why won't you tell me what's out there?
Just trying to protect you, man.
For your own good.
All right, you guys can't just keep me here.
I can't let you leave.
Why not?
(rumbling)
(rumbling continues)
(wind whistling)
(panting) What the hell?
(rumbling continues)
(rumbling stops)
Next time,
I'm gonna let you leave.
Welcome to the Glade.
Light him up!
(cheering)
ALL: Gladers! Gladers!
Gladers! Gladers! Gladers!
Gladers! Gladers!
(cheering continues)
(chuckles)
To the Gladers!
Hell of a first day, Greenie.
Here.
Put some hair on your chest.
(gags, spits)
Oh! (coughs)
Oh, my God, what is that?
(chuckles)
(coughing)
I don't even know.
It's Gally's recipe.
It's a trade secret.
Yeah, well, he's still an asshole.
He saved your life today.
Trust me.
The maze is a dangerous place.
We're trapped here, aren't we?
For the moment.
But...
you see those guys?
There, by the fire?
Those are the runners.
And that guy in the middle there,
that's Minho.
He's the Keeper of the runners.
Now, every morning when those doors open,
they run the maze, mapping it.
Memorizing it, trying to find a way out.
How long have they been looking?
Three years.
And they haven't found anything?
It's a lot easier said than done.
(distant rumbling)
Listen.
(rumbling continues)
Hear that?
That's the maze changing.
It changes every night.
How is that even possible?
You can ask the people who put us in here
if you ever meet the bastards.
Listen, the truth is
the runners are the only ones
that really know what's out there.
They're the strongest and the fastest of us all,
and it's a good thing, too, because if they don't
make it back before those doors close,
then they're stuck out there for the night.
And no one's ever survived a night in the maze.
(rumbling continues)
What happens to them?
Well, we call them Grievers.
Of course, no one's ever...
seen one and lived to tell about it.
But they're out there.
Right, well,
that's enough questions for one night.
Come on. Listen,
you're supposed to be the guest of honor.
Oh, well, no, no...
No!
No, no, come on.
Let me show you around.
I... Really, I'm not...
Come on.
Yeah, I've got...
(grunting, cheering)
Oh! Ow!
Over there, we've got the builders.
Very good with their hands, but then not
a lot going upstairs.
And then we got Winston.
He's the Keeper of the slicers.
And we got two med-jacks, Clint and Jeff.
Right here. What's up?
Yo, Newt.
They spend most of their time bandaging up the slicers.
What if I want to be a runner?
(Newt chuckles)
Have you listened to a word I just said?
No... no one wants to be a runner.
And besides, you got to get chosen.
(grunting)
Get chosen by who?
(shouts)
Whoa!
(grunts)
Huh?
What do you say, Greenie?
Want to see what you're made of?
Greenie! Greenie!
ALL: Greenie! Greenie!
Greenie! Greenie! Greenie!
Greenie! Greenie!
Greenie! Greenie! Greenie!
Greenie! Greenie!
Greenie! Greenie! Greenie! Greenie!
(cheering)
CHUCK: Come on, Greenie! Yeah!
GALLY: Okay.
All right.
The rules are simple, Greenie.
I try and push you out of the circle.
You try and last more than five seconds.
(laughter)
Take it easy on the Greenie, Gally.
GALLY: Ready?
Come on!
(grunting, cheering)
(coughing)
Get up, boy.
Come on, Greenie.
We're not done yet.
Show us what you got.
(laughter)
Stop calling me Greenie.
GALLY: Stop calling you that?
What do you want to be called? Shank?
(laughter, cheering)
Yeah!
What do you think, boys?
Shank! Shank! Shank!
Does he look like a shank?
(grunting)
ALL: Oh!
Come on!
(spits)
GALLY: You know what?
I think I've settled on Shank.
(laughter, indistinct chatter)
(grunting)
Ooh!
Oh!
Yeah, there you go, Greenie.
(cheering)
Not bad for a Greenie, huh?
(groans)
(coughing)
(crowd groaning)
Thomas.
Thomas. Hey.
Thomas!
(chuckles)
I remember my name.
I'm Thomas!
ALL: Thomas!
(cheering)
Welcome home, Thomas.
(laughter)
Good job, Thomas.
Yeah.
(creature screeching in distance)
What the hell was that?
That, my friend,
was a Griever.
Don't worry.
You're safe here with us.
Nothing gets through those walls.
All right, guys.
Let's tuck it in for the night.
Come on. It was a good night.
(whistles)
Good job, Thomas.
Yeah.
Bright and early tomorrow, boys.
(animal hooting)
(distant screeching, rumbling)
MAN: You're safe here with us.
WOMAN: Wicked is good.
THOMAS: What's out there?
GIRL: Thomas, Thomas, Thomas,
T-Thomas, Thomas.
(echoing): Can you hear me?
Everything's going to change.
ALBY: Thomas.
Shh.
Hmm?
Follow me.
ALBY: It's peaceful, isn't it?
I know it's hard to believe,
but it wasn't always this way.
We had dark days.
We lost a lot of boys to fear.
To panic.
But we've come far since then.
Established order,
made peace.
Yeah.
Well, why are you telling me this?
Because you're not like the others.
You're curious.
But you're one of us now.
You need to know what that means.
♪ ♪
What happened to them?
Like I said,
dark days, Thomas.
(sniffs)
Has anyone tried climbing to the top?
Tried it.
The ivy doesn't go all the way to the top.
And besides, where are you gonna go from there?
Yeah, well, what about the Box?
You know, next time it comes up, you just jump...
No, we tried that.
The Box won't go back down with someone in it.
Okay, well, what if we...
No, we tried it, all right?
Twice, all right?
Trust me, anything that you think of,
we've already tried.
The only way out of here is through the maze.
Now, look, you want to be helpful?
Here, go dig us up some more fertilizer.
"Just get the fertilizer, Thomas."
"Are you sure, guys? Can't help in any other way?"
"No, just get the fertilizer.
You know where it is-- it's just out in the middle of the woods."
(birds squawk in distance)
(bird cooing)
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
(insects buzzing)
Oh.
(low growl)
(exhales) Uh...
Ben, right? I don't know if we,
uh, ever...
(growling)
Hey, are you okay?
(grunting)
(fierce yell)
(grunts)
Get the hell off me!
It's your fault.
I saw you.
You did this.
(grunts)
I saw you!
(grunting)
(screams)
(grunting)
(Ben yells)
(grunting)
(grunting, gasping)
Hey! Hey!
(yelling, grunting)
THOMAS: Hey!
Help!
Help! Help!
Help!
(grunting)
(growling)
I'll kill you!
Come on! Come on!
NEWT: Hey!
NEWT: Hold him down.
Calm down.
What are you doing?
(growls)
Calm down, Ben.
Yo, what the hell happened?
He just attacked me!
You okay?
GALLY: Calm down, Ben.
(Ben gasps softly)
No. No. No.
All right, lift his shirt.
Please. I didn't mean it!
Lift his shirt.
(grunts) No! No. No, no, please. Please.
(panting)
He's been stung.
In the middle of the day?
(quietly): Help me, please.
(crying): Please. Please, just help.
Put him in the pit.
Come on, everybody help. Take him to the pit.
No! No!
Med-jack!
BEN: Please! Please don't do it!
GALLY: Calm down, Ben!
BEN: Get off of me! Get off of me!
NEWT: Calm down.
BEN (crying): Please, no! You don't understand!
Please stop! Please...
He did this!
Please stop! No! No, please! Help me!
THOMAS: So what happened to him?
It's called "the Changing."
It's what happens when someone gets stung.
Listen.
We haven't been able to get a clear word out of Ben
since it happened.
You know, he's not making any sense.
And it's only gonna get worse.
The infection is spreading.
He's dangerous.
What did he say to you?
Um...
he-he said he saw me
and that this is all my fault.
How could this be my fault?
All right, get some rest.
(pats Thomas's back)
Wha... Alby.
Yeah?
What's gonna happen to him?
(birds warbling, chittering)
(Ben panting, groaning)
Just listen to me.
Just, please, listen to me!
Please, Minho... (growling)
Alby!
(low growling)
(rasping breaths)
(growling)
(high-pitched gasping breath)
(Ben panting loudly)
(Ben sobbing)
(inhales loudly)
(coughs, gags)
(gasping breath)
(coughs, pants)
(trembling): No, no, please, please don't, please
don't do it.
(weak, rasping breath)
(sobbing)
(rumbling)
(whimpering)
(rumbling continues)
(whimpering, crying)
Poles!
(grunts)
No. No.
(Ben's gasping breaths)
(raspy breaths)
ALBY: Move in!
(panting): N-No... No, no! No, please!
No. Please.
Please! Please, don't!
No, I can get better! Please! Just listen to me!
(crying): Please, no! Please, no!
You don't underst...
ALBY: Push him in!
No, stop!
(sobbing): I'll get better!
I'll get better!
(others grunting)
(gasping breaths)
(sobbing): No! Please, just listen...
Please! Pl...
No, no, no! No! No...
(sobbing)
(screaming)
(insects chittering)
(bird squawking in distance)
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
He belongs to the maze now.
BOY: Messed up.
♪ ♪
(continues striking chisel)
THOMAS: Do you think he might make it?
(sighs)
Ben?
No.
No one survives a night in the maze.
(deep creaking in distance)
You just got to forget about him.
♪ ♪
(deep creaking in distance)
(birds warbling)
(deep whirring)
GIRL (echoing): Thomas.
WOMAN (echoing): Wicked is good.
Don't make it easy on them.
GIRL (distorted): Thomas.
(echoing): Everything's going to change.
THOMAS (echoing): Wicked is good.
MAN (echoing): This is gonna hurt a little.
WOMAN: Wicked is good.
WOMAN 2: Thomas...
(echoing): you have to choose.
(rumbling, clanking)
(exhales)
(rumbling)
(rumbling continues)
(rumbling stops)
(low, indistinct chatter)
THOMAS: All right, but why would Alby go in the maze?
I mean, he's not a... he's not a runner.
NEWT: Things are different now.
Alby went to retrace Ben's footsteps before sundown.
Look, are you gonna help?
Okay, so he's gonna go back to where Ben was just stung...
Alby knows what he's doing.
All right?
He knows better than any of us.
What does that mean?
(sniffs) All right, it's like you've heard, yeah?
Every month, the Box sends up a new arrival.
But someone had to be first, right?
Someone had to have spent a whole month
in the Glade alone.
And that was Alby.
I mean, it can't have been easy.
But when those other boys started coming up,
one after the other, he saw the truth.
And he learned that the most important thing
is that we all have each other.
'Cause we're all in this together.
♪ ♪
(exhales)
♪ ♪
Yeah.
There you go, Greenie.
♪ ♪
(distant rumbling)
♪ ♪
THOMAS: They should be back by now.
What happens if they don't make it?
They're gonna make it.
And what happens if they don't?
They're gonna make it.
♪ ♪
(crows cawing in distance)
(birds chirping)
(low, deep creaking in distance)
Come on, guys, can't we send someone after them?
GALLY: That's against the rules.
Either they make it back or they don't.
Can't risk losing anyone else.
(deep creaking)
Oh, no.
(rumbling, deep creaking)
There!
(loud, echoing grunt)
Wait, no, something's wrong.
(grunting, groaning)
Come on, Minho, you can do it!
Come on!
Come on, Minho!
(all shouting)
CHUCK: Come on! You can make it!
Minho, you got to leave him!
They're not gonna make it.
(indistinct shouts)
GALLY: You got to leave him!
(grunting)
(yelling)
♪ ♪
GALLY: Hey!
CHUCK: Thomas, no!
(others shouting)
(grunting)
(yells)
(grunts)
(panting)
♪ ♪
(both panting)
Good job.
(panting)
You just killed yourself.
Wait, wh-what?
(panting)
(both continue panting)
What happened to him?
MINHO: What does it look like?
He got stung.
What happened to his head?
I did what I had to do.
(eerie screeching in distance)
(Minho grunting)
Uh, okay, all right, help me get him up.
We got to go.
The maze is already changing.
Hey, Minho!
(low, deep creaking)
We can't just leave him here.
THOMAS: We got to get him up.
(Thomas and Minho grunting)
(panting, grunting)
MINHO: Come on.
(panting, grunting)
MINHO: Oh, shit.
Which way now?
Okay, just sit him down. Sit him down.
(grunts)
(panting, grunting)
(screeching in distance)
This isn't gonna work.
We got to go. We got to go.
Wait, wait, what are you talking about?
We got to do something. We got to hide him.
Where?
I don't know, Minho.
Just think-- you're telling me there's not
a single place we can take him?
(frustrated grunt)
Listen to me, shuck-face, all right?
Take a look around!
There's nowhere to go!
(distant screeching)
You don't get it.
We're already dead.
(low, deep creaking)
♪ ♪
(Thomas and Minho grunting)
THOMAS: Two... three.
(loud grunting)
One, two...
three.
(both grunting loudly)
(Thomas and Minho gasping for breath)
Okay.
(low rumbling)
What are you doing? What are you doing?
(Minho panting)
What are you doing?
(rumbling, deep whooshing)
We got to go. We got to go right now.
What? No, no, no.
No, we got to go.
Just a little more,
and we'll tie it off.
No, no, no, no, no, no...
(low growling)
(thumping, whooshing)
Minho, stay with me, okay?
Oh!
Stay with me, Minho, okay?
Just a little more. We're almost there.
I'm sorry, Greenie.
What?
Minho!
(Thomas grunting)
(eerie screeching in distance)
(grunts)
(low, deep growling)
(panting)
(low growling)
(distant howling)
(clanking, clicking, thumping)
(low growling)
(clanking, thumping)
(growling)
(distant screeching)
(trembling, panting)
Okay.
(grunting)
(low growling in distance)
(grunting)
(clanking, thumping)
Come on.
(low growling)
(gasping)
(snarling, growling)
(clanking, thumping)
(clanking, thumping recede in distance)
(panting)
(low rumbling)
(low growling)
(distant thumping, rumbling)
(distant screeching)
(distant rumble, screeching)
(squishing)
(low growling)
Whoa!
(gasping)
(roaring)
(gasping, grunting)
Whoa!
(yelling)
No!
(grunting)
(screeches)
Oh! (grunting)
(continues gasping, grunting)
(rumbling)
(rumbling)
Oh, shit!
(clanking)
(grunting)
(yells)
(grunting, gasping)
Whoa!
(grunting)
Whoa!
(gasping, grunting)
(low growling)
(screeching)
(screams)
(grunts)
(gasping, panting)
(screeching)
(gasps, pants)
(screeching)
(grunts, gasps)
(grunting)
(gasps)
(snarls, screeches)
(screaming)
(grunts)
(low growl)
(screeching)
(grunting)
MINHO: Hey.
(gasps)
You're a crazy son of a bitch.
Okay, come on, follow me! Come on!
(deep growling in distance)
(rumbling)
Okay, it's changing, it's changing.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
This section's closing.
Come on. We can lose it down here!
(rumbling)
MINHO: Thomas!
What are you waiting for? Get out of there!
(hissing, snarling)
(roars)
Come on!
(Thomas yells)
(grunts)
Come on!
Come on, Thomas! Don't look back!
MINHO: Run!
(yells)
Move it, Thomas! Go on!
MINHO: Move your ass! Okay, let's go! Come on!
Come on, Greenie! Let's go!
(gasping, yelling)
Thomas...!
(echo fades)
(rumbling, clanking)
Hey, guys! Get up!
(rumbling stops)
Told you, Chuck.
They're not coming back.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
(grunting)
No way.
Yeah!
Yes!
CHUCK: Yeah! Yeah!
(Thomas and Minho grunting)
(chatter, laughing, whooping)
I got him, I got him, I got him.
Watch out, watch out. Easy.
What happened out there?
How'd you guys make it out?
(Thomas and Minho panting, coughing)
You saw a Griever?
(panting): Yeah, I saw one.
He didn't just see it.
He killed it.
♪ ♪
(lively chatter)
Things are changing.
(chatter quiets)
There's no denying that.
First, Ben gets stung in broad daylight,
and then Alby.
And now our Greenie here has taken it upon himself
to go into the maze.
Which is a clear violation of our rules here.
Yeah...
but he saved Alby's life.
Did he?
For three years,
we have coexisted with these things,
and now you've killed one of them.
BOY: It's true.
Who knows what that could mean for us?
Well, what do you suggest we do?
He has to be punished.
(excited chatter)
BOY: Whoa, whoa. Come on.
He killed a Griever.
Gally, come on.