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- Game Over. - I'll fucking kill you!

You fucking bitch!!!

I'll fucking kill you!!!

No!

Daniel!

Oh my God...

Someone call Kerry.

Call came in at 11.45. The woman heard an explosion.

- Fire dept was first on the scene. - Kerry!

Is it him?

- Eric? Is it him? - They don't know yet.

It's not Detective Matthews.

What happened?

The victim was hold in place by these chains.

Help! Help!

Hello Troy...

I wanna to play a game.

This game will take place in a room not much bigger than the room

you've spent most of your life in. A prison cell.

Despite all of the advantages and priviledges that you were given at birth

you have returned to prison again and again.

More comfortable in chains than you are in freedom.

Tonight, we will see how far you're willing to go

... to break those chains once and for all.

Live or die, Troy. Make your choice.

This was the bomb.

All he had to do was release himself from each of the chains.

Walk out the door before it went off.

All he had to do?

Oh Goddd!

What I don't understand is how the hell could Jigsaw do all this?

...he was almost dead the last time that we saw him

I'm not so sure he did it. So far this doesn't follow any of his pattern.

- Really? - Well...

- How'd you get in here? - We cut the door down.

- Why? - Because somebody heard an explosion and called us.

I mean why did you have to cut the door down?

- It was welded shut. Not even a truck could get in here. - Exactly.

I don't follow.

If the aim of Jigsaw's game is to get out before the bomb went off,

... then why was the door welded shut?

The guy couldn't get out even if he wanted to.

You won't believe in this. We got the tape out clean.

Hello, Troy. I wanna to play a game...

... live or die, Troy... make your choice.

Hello, Kerry.

I want to play a game.

Up until now, you have spent your life among the dead.

... piecing together their final moments.

You're good at this because you, like them, are also dead.

... dead on the inside.

You identify more with a cold corpse...

... than you do with a living human.

I believe you want to join your true family...

... indeed your only family, in death.

The device you are wearing is hooked into your ripcage

And by the time this tape is finished, you will have one minute...

... to find a way out...

At the end of that minute...

...you should know better than anyone what happens then.

There is a simple key that will unlock the harness, Kerry.

It is right in front of you. All you have to do is reach in and take it.

But do it quickly. The acid will dissolve the key in a matter of seconds.

Make your choice.

No!

You...!

I gotta be at the hospital by 9:00.

It's Tuesday. Thought you start at 11:00.

Yeah, well they changed things on me last minute.

Well, you better head off then.

Not taking a shower?

Nah

Just gonna take a shower at the hospital.

We can we just talk... for five minutes?

How bout we make eye contact for five seconds?

- What's wrong? - Nothing, just that...

...everything.

- Lynn. - What is it that you want from me, Chris?

A divorce.

ETA.

A car hit him across the street while he was crossing.

- Pressure? - Eighty. High pulse.

Ready? A one, two, three.

- Where is Lynn? - Page Dr. Lynn!

Get a heartline.

Dr. Lynn Denlon, please report to trauma immediately.

Lynn!

Pressure's down to 70. He's going into a shock.

- Get him to OR. - We gotta crack his chest.

No.

What?

-No air entry on the right side -And?

It's not blood loss, it's tension pneumothorax. Let's get chest tube on him.

We gotta get him to the OR now.

His stats are dropping He's gonna collapse.

I'm doing it.

I'm getting a rush of air.

Stats are improving. Pressure back to 80.

Pressure normal.

Look. If you got something on your mind, go upstairs to psych.

Just don't bring it in here. We don't have any seconds to spare, Lynn.

The woman standing in front of me had to be dragged from the locker room...

...to put a chest tube in a trauma patient.

Lynn Denlon should have been the first one there.

Lynn... Lynn!

I'm locked in! Is anybody there?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Help!

Who are you? Who are you?! What is this?

What are you doing?

Are you gonna behave?

Let's go.

What is this place? What is this place?!

What is this?

Who are you? Who are you!?

Hello, Dr. Denlon.

You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you.

I was a guest...

...at your hospital once.

Where am I?

Do you remember me?

I've seen you on television.

Lawrence Gordon was your doctor.

I was his patient and he was mine.

As you can see from that report, my prognosis isn't good.

Would you agree?

There is no preventative treatment for what you have.

I remember you saying that to me once before to me with almost the exact same tone.

Leave it to the doctor to find such a cold clinical way...

...saying that i'm a dead man walking.

Looking at me, how long would you say I have left?

I have to examine you.

Even that, a frontal lobe tumor is unpredictable.

The growth depends on the rate of mitosis versus apoptosis system...

I'm sorry but is all this crude medical equipment...

...around me causing you to believe that you are still inside a hospital?

No...

Then why are you speaking to me in that graduate school medical jargon?

Look at me!

Look at me.

I asked you a simple question. Based on your experience,...

...how long do you think I have left?

It's not a simple answer. Based on your file, I'd say...

...not long.

Death is a surprise party. Unless of course...

...you're already dead on the inside.

Unless you're the type of person who swallows anti-depressants to hide the pain...

...and turns their back on your husband, neglects their child...

Who has every possible advantage in life but chooses not to advance.

What do you want from me?

What do I want?

I want to play a game.

The rules of the game are simple.

The consequences of breaking them are great.

Death.

You are being tested. Your will is being tested. Your will to keep someone alive.

Can you do that? Can you follow the rules?

- ...and grasp the gift of life? - What is it? No!

No, No, what is it? What are you doing to me?

The device that you are wearing is linked to my heart rate monitor.

The second that heart rate monitor flatlines...

...or you move out of range, an explosion will go off in that collar.

Your life and my life will end simultaneously.

Please. Please, don't do this to me.

I have a family. I have a family.

Let me give you the simple version.

You will keep him alive, whatever it takes.

No excuses, no equivocation, no crying.

What do you mean keep him alive?

Out there, on those screens, we have another test subject.

A man.

He will face...

...a series of tests.

You have to keep John alive...

...until he makes it through.

If he completes all of his tests and John is still breathing...

...then I will remove your collar...

...and you're free to go.

You're a vital piece in my puzzle, Dr. Denlon.

A critical part of what could be my final test.

Amanda...

...it's time to start our game.

Help!

Hello!

Is there anybody out there?

Hello, Jeff.

Over the past few years, you have become a shell of your former self.

Consumed with hatred and vegenance.

Vengeance against the drunk driver who killed your only son.

Vengeance against the killer who to your surprise and dismay...

...was set free after a hasty trial.

Today, however, it is you who will be put on trial.

To escape from where you are, you will have to face a series of tests.

you will have to suffer to forward through each of them...

...but with each one you'll also have a chance.

A chance to forgive.

When you completes the tests, I promise you you'll finally come face to face

...with the man responsible for the loss of your child

That will be your ultimate test.

Can you forgive him?

You better hurry though. In two hours the doors will lock...

...and this place will become your tomb.

That is what you've been waiting for, Jeff.

- Let the game begin. - Help!

Do you know who I am?

I'll fucking teach you, you motherfucker.

- Where is it? - What?

Where is it?

How many times...?

How many times do I have to tell you before you get it in your head?

- I just wanted to sleep with something. - No, you're just nothing.

You don't touch things in Dylan's room.

Ok?

I'm sorry daddy.

- You know I love you, don't you? - Yes.

What do you think mommy will say, if she saw us like this?

I'm gonna go get ready for school.

Hello?

Hello?!

Allright John, I need you to look at my nose. Right here.

Look at my nose, please. Follow my flashlight.

Tell me if you feel any pain, alright?

That hurt?

Its begun.

He's out of the box.

So?

My 20 seconds analysis without any medical equipment...

...is that his brain is herniating.

He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.

Come here. No, really. Come here.

- Come here! - No.

Let me ask you something.

- God! - Did I bring John to you?

Or did I bring your self-centered ass to him?

You gonna start fucking paying attention.

No one's going to any hospital.

I can't perform miracles. You're giving him painkillers.

For a tumor like this, he needs steroids. Prednisones.

Oh good...Maybe we can try some corticosteroids. You know, like dexamethasone.

Why don't you fucking tell me something that I don't know, you stupid cunt.

The only place that he can get those drugs, is in a hospital

Or else he's gonna die.

You are not a good listener...

I think you missed the part, that if he dies...

- ...you die. - You're asking me to do the impossible.

I'm not asking for you. He is.

He chose you.

- Not me! - Amanda!

My doctor can't do whats being asked of her and you're threatening her?

The rules of our game have been made very clear.

- You need to abide by those rules. - Sorry.

Amanda! Amanda, I need your help!

Amanda, he needs oxygen! Oxygen, Amanda!

Put the mask on his face.

You need to hold him down.

Keep his head to the side. You got it?

- What are you doing?! - Ativan!

- Do you have any Ativan? - No!

Back off! Back off! Back off! Back off!

Stay with me John. You're almost through it.

Stay with me, we're almost done with this.

Is that enough for you? Are you ready to go to the hospital now?

He needs to have an operation!

- Ok...

- But we do it here. We do it here. - What?

What do you need?

I need anesthetic for a procedure like this.

- Anesthetic. What else? - Even with an anesthetic...

Anesthetic. What else?!

A power drill.

Please... please... Please let me out.

Please. Why...are you doing this to me?

- Please! - Wait, the key...the key...It's gonna be ok.

Fuck!

Fuck!

- Ok. - Please let me out. I'm cold.

I can't feel my arms. Please.

Welcome to your first test, Jeff. For the past three years...

...you've cursed the names of all those you thought were responsible

...for the death of your son.

You fantasize those accountable will pay.

Well, you will find a woman in front of you chained in place.

This will prevent her from running.

...much like she did on the day your son was hit.

Her name is Danica Scott. She was the only witness present at

...the scene of your son's untimely demise.

If not for her own self-absorption and cowardess...

...she could have brought your son's killer to justice.

Now it is you who has the chance to bring her to justice.

Behind the pipes on the back wall you will find the key that will free her...

... and will bring you one step closer to the man responsible for the loss of your child.

Will you claim the key to save only yourself...

...or can you find it in you, to save another?

Make your choice.

I didn't do anything to you!

That's exactly it. You didn't do anything.

Fuck it, I'm dying!

He died... In my arms!

My 8 year-old son died in my arms.

Please.

I made a mistake.

I'm so sorry.

I'm human, I'm human... Just like your son was. Ok?

Look at me. I said look at me, you...

Oh my God!

It's cold.

Please help!

Oh, God!

Amanda...

...if you really care about John. You won't let me do this to him.

I mean you're a smart woman and you know what's right for him.

I'm sorry, I know it's hard to concentrate

...when you're surrounded by so many things you can kill me with.

Like this axe I saw you looking at.

Take it. Please. It's yours.

I'd go for the neck but I'm not the brain surgeon.

Just do it quietly so John doesn't hear me die.

Otherwise he's likely to get upset, rip off his heart rate monitor. Boom...

Then, you just have to find the sensor and disarm it.

...so you could walk more than 30 feet out that door without the collar detonating.

Or you can try and take the collar off yourself.

That could be tricky. The slightest knock in the wrong place could trigger it.

I should know.

I built it.

So... You have everything you need?

I have the instruments to cut someone open.

I don't have the tools to save a life.

You'd be surprised what tools can save a life.

Hello, Amanda. You don't know me, but...

... I know you.

I want to play a game.

There is only one key to open the device.

It is in the stomach of your dead soulmate.

Look around, Amanda. Know that am not lying.

Live or die... Make your choice.

Congratulations, you are still alive.

People are so ungrateful to be alive.

Not you. Not anymore.

Amanda... Do not be afraid.

Your life has just begun.

He made it through the freezer room.

He tried to save her.

Some things...

...I need you to do for me...In my desk,...

...in the center drawer, an envelope,...

...with your name on it...

She's going to do a procedure on you.

- Yeah. - To relieve the pressure on your brain.

- Yeah. - Help with the headache.

- I can't do this. - Amanda...

You can...you can...

You're stronger now.

And I believe in you.

You chose her because she's the best, right?

That is one reason I chose her.

*evil laughter*

Hello? Help me, please!

Please, help me!

I'm in here!

Please get me out of here, help me!

I know you're there. Please, please help me!

I can hear you. Please answer me!

Help me!

Please! Help me!

Get me out off here, please! Please help me. Get me of here! Please!

Don't just stand there. Help me!

Jeff, when the judge presiding over your case...

... sentenced your boy's murderer so lightly, your soul never recovered

Now you have the power to sentence his soul straight to hell...

...or you can forgive. The key that will free him...

...is hidden inside your son's possessions.

Possessions you have clung to for far too long.

Now if you flip the switch on the incinerator underneath you...

...a fire will cleanse you of these possessions and destroy them all.

...Leaving only the key remaining.

It is also the key that will bring you closer to the man accountable for taking your child.

He doesn't have much time, Jeff. Let the game begin.

Please, get me of here. Please!

What is that?

What's going on? What's that sound

As a criminal court judge, I say...

...you can't do this to me!

You don't remember me?

Well maybe you remember Timothy Young?

He was the driver who killed my son, you gave him six months!

We can talk about your case! Obviously, you want answers!

Six months!!!

You gave him time for a fucking parking ticket!

There are ways that we can have his sentence extended. I can help you!

It's too late They let him go!

Don't become what he is! Don't become a killer!

Please... I have a son too.

Where are you going?! You gotta help me!

I'm so sorry!

Oh God!

Don't kill me!

I can't die...

Fuck all of you!

Shut the fuck up.

Help!

Come on!!

He made it through the second test.

The judge is alive.

Faster than I expected.

Alright, John. I need you to keep your head to the side.

...and keep still. What's going on in here is...

...that your brain is pushing against your skull.

I'm going to try to relieve the pressure by cutting away a little bit of your skull.

It should help you with your headaches and drastically improve your motor skills.

- Do you understand? - Hope you do well.

You're gonna feel some slight discomfort.

Are you gonna give him a general anesthesic?

For a procedure like this the patient needs to be fully alert.

Amanda, I need you here.

Amanda! Alright, John.

You're gonna feel some pressure.

Soak this. Stop the bleeding.

Fill that syringe with alcohol from that bowl.

Hurry.

Alright John, I need you to keep your mouth closed. You're going to hear a lot of noise.

- John, how are you doing? - Never better.

Alright, you're gonna hear a lot of ringing. I need you to stay very still.

Alright John, I'm going to remove the skull.

He's stabilizing.

John, I need you to raise your hands and flex your fingers.

John?

John, raise your hand.

John, can you hear me?

What's happening?

- John! - What's happening to him?

What's happening?

What's wrong?!

What's wrong?!

Why isn't he moving?!

Do something! Please!

Stay with me, John.

- I love you. - I love you.

Breathe! Breathe, dammit! Breath, John.

I love you.

You will give everything to me.

Every cell in your body.

- Is that understood? - Yes.

The marks on your arms, they're from another life.

We'll leave that life behind.

When you go down that corridor..

...there is no turning back, do you understand that?

Yes.

Let's start with this.

Go.

Who is that? Who's in there?

Gee motherfucker!!!

Gee mother...

Put his left leg in the shackle.

It's time to start our game...

What's that?

Slow my heart rate. Relax my muscles.

It's time...

Close the door behind you.

He can't hear you. He doesn't even know you are there.

Amanda! Put it away.

Trust me.

Put it away.

Leave us alone. Now!

You fucking freak...

I apologize for her behavior.

She swims in my sea.

In the end, she will be the closest I've ever got to a connection...

...of being understood.

But her emotion, is also her weakness.

Adam.

Adam!

Come here. I can help you!

I can help you.

I'm gonna free you.

I'm so sorry about your son, Jeff.

But let me tell you something, that I...I know for sure.

No sentence I gave him, not...

...five hundred years, not even death. Nothing...

...will take your pain away.

And vengeance doesn't solve anything. It only makes the pain greater, Jeff.

What the fuck...!?

Somebody help me!

Help me.

The fuck. What the fuck are you doing?

Please help me!

Hello, Jeff. If you are listening to this...

...that means that the confrontation you've so long dreamed of...

- ...is finally unfolding! - Do something!

In your head he is the cypher. A symbol of your life changing.

A symbol of death. I present him to you now as a simple human being.

His name is Timothy Young, He's 27 years old.

A medical student with a mother and a father, just like you.

A man whose life also changed, the day your son died.

That day, he made a terrible mistake.

You believed he didn't pay for that mistake.

...and now is your chance to make him pay.

The device Timothy is strapped to is my personal favorite.

I call it The Rack.

The human body is a miraculous creation.

Ever wondered how far the arm can twist?

This device is going to start twisting..

There is a chance he might live though with your help.

To your right is a box.

At the back of the box, is a key. It's tied to the trigger of a shotgun.

The question you'll have to ask yourself is this...

- Are you willing...? - Have mercy!

...to take a bullet for the man who killed your son?

Does "Do unto to others as you'd have them do unto you" apply here, Jeff?

Make your choice.

Don't just stand there!

Hold on, son.

Jeff!

Jeff, just standing there, you're accomplice to murder.

Are you a murderer?

I wanted to kill him everyday. For three years, I wanted to kill you.

Yeah, maybe I am.

What about your family, your wife.. your doughter?

Oh God!

Ok... Hold on, son.

Hold on, don't give up,

Oh God..god..god!

Son..?

Got the key..

Help me! Help me!

I forgive him!

I forgive him! Stop! Stop!!!...

Don't you think it would be wise to engage me in conversation?

I asked you to tell me about your husband.

- It's like we're strangers now... - Yeah...

The last time I saw him, we were so disconnected. But now,...

I'd give anything in the world...

- ... to see my husband. - Matrimonies's always fascinated me.

Husbands barely able to look at their wives...

...wives and their backs turned around as perfect strangers...

...people who bear children, only to neglect them.

Til death do us part, indeed.

I don't know what you think you know...

...but my marriage has survived more suffering...

...than someone like you could ever grasp.

Suffering? You haven't seen anything yet.

Someone like me?... Who am I?

A monster. A murderer.

I don't condone murder and I despise murderers.

Please.

Please. Let me go.

We are fine, Amanda. We don't need you.

I said we're fine.

If you make it through this Lynn, you're going to thank me one day just as Amanda did.

Please... Let me go.

I saved your life.

Maybe my life isn't the one you were saving after all.

Tell me about your daughter. I understand that she is quite a little athlete.

- Or we could talk about your son? - What did you say?

Why are you living with the dead when you have such a beautiful family?

A husband who is indeed alone.

A daughter who needs her mother.

Patients that need a competent physician who looks them in the eye...

- ...and treats them like human beings. - He's completed the third test.

Congratulations ,Lynn. You're free to go.

Yeah, but he's not all the way out yet.

Undo her collar, Amanda, and let her to go.

No, he's not finished. He's not all the way.

Amanda, Lynn is more important than you know.

Unlock her collar and let her to go.

I said no.

- Amanda, there are rules - I said no!!

- She doesn't deserve to go free. - You promised!

I didn't promise you shit!

Amanda, even with that gun, it's Lynn...

...who holds your life...

- ...in her hands. - Fuck you!

You give her control over me? Fuck you!

I won't tell anyone, I promise! Please, I have a family.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

...and stop fucking moving around.

And what about the other test subjects, we left them alive?

- Game over... I'll fucking kill you!

- They're gone. - Was that how you thought about them?

- Is that how you felt about Eric Matthews?

- Eric Matthews? - Ohum

I tell how I felt about Eric Matthews.

He was the same person he was when he arrested me.

Daniel!

Where is my son?

Where is he, you junkie bitch?!

Where is he?!

- Tell me where is my son... - He's not fucking here.

You're nothing, bitch! You're nothing.

You're nothing!

You're not Jigsaw, bitch.

You hear me?! You're nothing!

You're not Jigsaw, bitch.

You're nothing!!!

I'll fucking kill you!!!

He's right. I'm a murderer.

He took my life from me. So I just returned the fucking favor.

No, Amanda, that's what you thought but I know different.

- You left him for dead, didn't you? - Stop playing with me.

But I cleaned up your mistakes. And I forgave you for them.

What you do is no different than murder. You torture people, you watch them die!

Then now you're begging me not to kill this worthless bitch on the grounds of some game?

You are walking us toward a precipice, Amanda. Step back.

Bullshit!

Nobody changes. It's all a lie!

If you fail in this, we all fail. Succeed, and we all succeed.

It's a lie!

I'll tell you! She hasn't changed...

...because nobody fucking changes.

Nobody is reborn, it's all bullshit!

It's all a fucking lie, and I'm just a pawn in your stupid game.

- I don't mean anything to you. - No, you mean everything to me.

- Fuck you! - Our fates are linked.

- I've tried to help you, Amanda. - So, help me.

Fix me! Fix me, motherfucker!

I'm standing right here!

Why is she so important to you?

She's not important to me.

She's important to you!

She's not important to me...

I beg you to reconsider that.

- This is your last chance Amanda. - She's nothing.

Your time is running out...

Now you think about what you're doing.

Think about everything that you've done.

You think about what you've promised me.

Think about our dreams.

Think about tomorrow.

Lynn?

Jeff!

Lynn!

You've just destroyed four lives.

You've just murdered Jeff's wife.

Amanda...

It's ok...

This was your test...

...your game.

What do I want?... I want to play a game.

You're being tested. Your will is being tested

Your will to keep someone alive. Can you do that?

Can you follow the rules, and grasp the gift of life?

I was testing you. I took you in.

- You will give everything to me. - Yes.

Every cell in your body.

I selected you...

...for the honor of carrying on my life's work.

- But you didn't. - That's right.

- I'm a murderer - I despise murderers.

- You didn't test anyone's will to live! - Game Over.

Instead, you took away their only chance.

Your games were unwinnable.

- You subjects merely victims. - You...

There is no turning back, do you understand?

In my desperation, I decided to give you a last chance.

So I put everything in place.

You chose her because she's the best, right?

That's one reason I chose her.

You didn't know that Lynn and Jeff were husband and wife.

I've to keep that from you for the purposes of my game.

I had to leave out the ruined marriage, the cheating wife...

The vengeful husband... The neglected daughter.

And I let you make your own choices.

I wanted you to succeed.

Amanda! Put it away!

Trust me. Even with that gun, it's Lynn who holds your life in her hands.

- She is not important to me. - I beg you to reconsider that.

- Unlock her collar. Let her go. - I said No!

The rules of our game have been made very clear.

You need to abide by those rules.

You couldn't.

Game Over...

Killing me will only add to your misery and will not bring back your son.

Think of your daughter, Jeff. She needs you now more than ever.

You can't kill me, Jeff.

Your wife's dying, Jeff.

Her time's running out.

Jeff...

... do not miscalculate. Your fate is in my hands.

Your wife's fate is in my hands.

I love you.

I'm taking your home...Ok?

Though you may not see any threat,...

...there are threats all around you.

Jeff, if you try to move your wife, she will die.

I can have an ambulance here in four minutes.

Would you like to take your wife out of here tonight?

Would you like to take her to safety? Stand and face me, Jeff.

Stay with me.

- Right now. - Please.

Would you like to get your life back?

Would you, Jeff? I can make that happen.

Which is it, Jeff? Come on. Yes or no?

Yes!

What do you want?

One final test. The rules are simple.

Over on that table, there's a host of vicious implements...

...that you can use to exact your pound of flesh to take your vengeance.

To indulge your obsession.

Or...you can choose to put your vengeance aside.

...and you can forgive.

You can forgive me for the pain that I've caused you and your wife tonight.

Which is it gonna be, Jeff?

Jeff...

- It's up to you. - I need you.

Live or die, Jeff.

Make your choice!

I forgive you.

Jeff... Jeff!

I forgive you.

Hello, Jeff. I made this tape as an insurance policy,...

- ...if you will. - Jeff!

And if you are listening to it, then, it's time to collect.

I was your final test of forgiveness. And if you're listening to this, then you've failed.

Now you must pay the price.

The price for living for nothing but vengeance.

Now I will give you something to live for.

I told that you couldn't kill me Jeff but I didn't tell you why...

And the answer is simple. I am the person responsible for the loss of your child.

I am the only person who knows where your daughter is.

She only has a limited supply of air, Jeff.

and if you want to get her back, you'll have to play a game.

No!

Jeff!

No! No!