Original subtitles

[WATER TRICKLING]

[GASPING AND COUGHING]

HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!

IS SOMEONE THERE?

HEY!

OH, SHIT.

I'M PROBABLY DEAD.

Man: YOU'RE

NOT DEAD.

WHO'S THAT?

WHO'S THAT?

THERE'S NO POINT IN YELLING.

I ALREADY TRIED THAT.

TURN ON THE LIGHTS!

I WOULD

IF I COULD.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

WHERE AM I?

I DON'T KNOW YET.

WHAT IS THAT SMELL?

SHH. HANG ON

A SECOND.

I THINK I FOUND

SOMETHING.

[GROANING]

HOLY SHIT.

[VOMITING]

AAH! HELP!

HELP!

HELP!

HELP!

[PANTING]

NO ONE

CAN HEAR YOU.

WHAT THE FUCK

IS THIS?

CALM DOWN.

JUST CALM DOWN.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

ARE YOU HURT?

I DON'T KNOW. YEAH!

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

MY NAME IS

VERY FUCKING CONFUSED.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?

MY NAME IS

LAWRENCE GORDON.

I'M A DOCTOR.

I JUST WOKE UP HERE,

JUST LIKE YOU.

AAH!

RECOGNIZE HIM?

NO.

WELL, DO YOU HAVE ANY

IDEA HOW YOU GOT HERE?

NO.

WHAT'S THE LAST

THING YOU REMEMBER?

NOTHING. I WENT TO BED

IN MY SHITHOLE APARTMENT

AND WOKE UP

IN AN ACTUAL SHITHOLE.

WHAT ABOUT YOU, HUH?

THERE'S...THERE'S

NOT MUCH TO TELL.

I WAS ON MY WAY HOME

FROM WORK, AND, UH,

I DON'T REMEMBER

ANYTHING ELSE.

FIRST DEAD BODY

I'VE EVER SEEN.

LOOK DIFFERENT

IN REAL LIFE.

THEY DON'T MOVE.

FROM THE LOOKS

OF THESE CHAINS,

SOMEONE

DIDN'T WANT US

TO GO VERY FAR

EITHER.

DO YOU SEE ANY SCARS?

WHAT?

THIS IS WHAT THEY DO, MAN!

THEY KIDNAP YOU AND DRUG YOU.

BEFORE YOU KNOW IT,

YOU'RE LYING IN A BATHTUB,

AND YOUR KIDNEYS

ARE ON E-BAY.

NO ONE HAS TAKEN

YOUR KIDNEYS.

HOW CAN YOU TELL

FROM WAY OVER THERE?

BECAUSE YOU'D EITHER BE

IN TERRIBLE AGONY

OR YOU'D BE DEAD BY NOW.

TRUST ME.

WHAT ARE YOU, A SURGEON?

YEAH.

SO...

YOU GONNA TELL ME

YOUR NAME OR WHAT?

ADAM.

WELL, ADAM...

WHAT WE NEED TO DO...

IS START THINKING

ABOUT WHY WE'RE HERE.

WHOEVER BROUGHT US HERE

COULD HAVE KILLED US

BY NOW, BUT THEY DIDN'T.

THEY MUST WANT

SOMETHING FROM US.

THE QUESTION IS WHAT.

THAT CLOCK.

WHAT ABOUT IT?

IT'S BRAND-NEW.

SO?

SO...SOMEBODY

OBVIOUSLY

WANTED US

TO KNOW THE TIME.

WAIT.

I THINK I MIGHT BE ABLE

TO REACH THE DOOR.

WHAT IS THAT?

EXCUSE ME.

IT'S A TAPE.

WHERE'D YOU FIND IT?

IT WAS IN MY POCKET.

IT SAYS, "PLAY ME."

COME ON. COME ON.

THROW IT OVER HERE.

HUH?

[KEY RATTLES]

FUCK.

NO?

[KEY RATTLES]

[GROANING]

USE YOUR SHIRT.

WHAT?

YOUR SHIRT.

COME ON.

IT WON'T WORK.

WELL, LOOK AROUND.

THERE MUST BE

SOMETHING ELSE

YOU CAN USE.

THERE'S NOTHING.

WELL, THERE MUST

BE SOMETHING.

COME ON.

YOU CAN DO IT.

COME ON. COME ON.

AGAIN.

Sinister voice:

RISE AND SHINE, ADAM.

YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING

WHERE YOU ARE.

I'LL TELL YOU

WHERE YOU MIGHT BE.

YOU MIGHT BE IN THE ROOM

THAT YOU DIE IN.

UP UNTIL NOW, YOU'VE SIMPLY

SAT IN THE SHADOWS,

WATCHING OTHERS

LIVE OUT THEIR LIVES.

BUT WHAT DO VOYEURS SEE

WHEN THEY LOOK INTO THE MIRROR?

NOW, I SEE YOU

AS A STRANGE MIX

OF SOMEONE ANGRY

YET APATHETIC,

BUT MOSTLY JUST PATHETIC.

SO, ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH

YOURSELF DIE TODAY, ADAM,

OR DO SOMETHING

ABOUT IT?

Adam: I DON'T GET IT.

THROW ME THE PLAYER.

NO.

YOU THROW ME

YOUR TAPE.

LOOK...WE'RE GONNA

HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER

IF WE WANT TO GET

OUT OF HERE.

NOW JUST

THROW IT TO ME.

I'M NOT GONNA RISK

BREAKING IT.

YOU THROW ME

YOUR TAPE.

AH.

Sinister voice:

DR. GORDON...

THIS IS YOUR WAKE-UP CALL.

EVERY DAY

OF YOUR WORKING LIFE,

YOU HAVE GIVEN PEOPLE

THE NEWS

THAT THEY'RE

GOING TO DIE SOON.

NOW YOU WILL BE

THE CAUSE OF DEATH.

YOUR AIM IN THIS GAME

IS TO KILL ADAM.

YOU HAVE UNTIL 6:00

ON THE CLOCK TO DO IT.

THERE'S A MAN

IN THE ROOM WITH YOU.

WHEN THERE'S THAT MUCH

POISON IN YOUR BLOOD,

THE ONLY THING LEFT TO DO

IS SHOOT YOURSELF.

[COUGHING]

THERE ARE WAYS TO WIN THIS

HIDDEN ALL AROUND YOU.

JUST REMEMBER, "X" MARKS

THE SPOT FOR THE TREASURE.

IF YOU DO NOT

KILL ADAM BY 6:00,

THEN ALISON AND DIANA

WILL DIE, DR. GORDON,

AND I'LL LEAVE YOU

IN THIS ROOM TO ROT.

LET THE GAME BEGIN.

[CLICK]

GIVE ME THAT.

NOW.

[TAPE REWINDING]

[CLICK]

Sinister voice: THEN ALISON

AND DIANA WILL DIE. DR. GORDON,

AND I'LL LEAVE YOU

IN THIS ROOM TO ROT.

ANY IDEA WHO THAT IS?

LET THE GAME BEGIN.

HE KNOWS US.

WAIT A MINUTE.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

PROBABLY A JOKE, RIGHT?

SHH! SHH!

LET THE GAME BEGIN.

LISTEN. LISTEN.

FOLLOW YOUR HEART.

[STATIC]

[TURNS OFF TAPE]

WHAT THE HELL DOES

"FOLLOW YOUR HEART" MEAN?

THERE, RIGHT NEXT

TO YOU, ON THE TOILET.

COME ON. COME ON.

OH, MAN.

[GROANING]

[SPITS]

ANYTHING?

NO SOLIDS.

TAKE OFF THE LID.

COME ON.

I REALLY WISH I WOULD HAVE

CHECKED IN THERE FIRST.

HA.

WHAT IS IT?

HEY.

MIND PASSING ME

THE OTHER ONE?

FUCK. FUCK!

FUCK!

HE DOESN'T WANT US

TO CUT THROUGH OUR CHAINS.

HE WANTS US TO CUT

THROUGH OUR FEET.

I THINK I MAY KNOW

WHO'S DONE THIS TO US.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

WELL, IT'S NOT SOMEONE

I KNOW PERSONALLY.

IT'S JUST SOMEONE

I KNOW OF.

JESUS CHRIST.

TELL ME. WHO IS IT?

LAST I HEARD...

THE POLICE STILL

HADN'T CAUGHT HIM.

AND THE ONLY REASON

I KNOW THAT

IS BECAUSE

I WAS A SUSPECT.

I'LL START

FROM THE BEGINNING.

[FLIES BUZZING]

THIS ONE'S NOT

FRESH ANYMORE.

AT LEAST

3 WEEKS OUT.

VICTIM'S

A 46-YEAR-OLD MALE.

DIED OF MASSIVE

BLOOD LOSS,

MOSTLY THROUGH

THE FEMORAL ARTERY.

HE STARTED AT THE BACK

OF THE CAGE AND TUNNELED HIS WAY

THROUGH THAT

RAZOR WIRE SO FAST,

IT'S AMAZING HE GOT

AS FAR AS HE DID.

CUT HIMSELF SO DEEP,

WE FOUND TRACES

OF STOMACH ACID

ON THE FLOOR.

WE ALSO FOUND THIS.

[CLICK]

Sinister voice: HELLO, PAUL.

YOU ARE A PERFECTLY HEALTHY,

SANE, MIDDLE-CLASS MALE,

YET LAST MONTH,

YOU RAN A STRAIGHT RAZOR

ACROSS YOUR WRISTS.

DID YOU CUT YOURSELF

BECAUSE YOU TRULY WANTED TO DIE,

OR DID YOU JUST WANT

SOME ATTENTION?

TONIGHT, YOU'LL SHOW ME.

THE IRONY IS THAT

IF YOU WANT TO DIE,

YOU JUST HAVE TO STAY

WHERE YOU ARE,

BUT IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, YOU'LL

HAVE TO CUT YOURSELF AGAIN.

FIND A PATH THROUGH

THE RAZOR WIRE TO THE DOOR.

BUT HURRY.

AT 3:00,

THAT DOOR WILL LOCK,

AND THEN THIS ROOM

BECOMES YOUR TOMB.

HOW MUCH BLOOD WILL YOU SHED

TO STAY ALIVE?

[SCREAMING]

DOOR WAS ON A TIMER.

IT WAS UNLOCKED

UNTIL 3:00.

THEN IT

SLAMMED SHUT.

HE WAS GIVEN

2 HOURS.

[SCREAMING]

[DOOR SLAMS]

Man: A JIGSAW PIECE.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

I THINK WE'RE GONNA BE HERE

FOR A WHILE, SING.

Lawrence: THE NEWSPAPERS STARTED

CALLING HIM THE JIGSAW KILLER.

ACTUALLY,

TECHNICALLY SPEAKING,

HE'S NOT REALLY

A MURDERER.

HE NEVER KILLED ANYONE.

HE FINDS WAYS FOR HIS VICTIMS

TO KILL THEMSELVES.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

Sinister voice:

HELLO, MARK.

IF YOU'RE SO SICK,

THEN WHY DO I HAVE

SO MANY PHOTOS OF YOU

UP AND ABOUT?

LET'S PUT YOUR SO-CALLED ILLNESS

TO THE TEST.

RIGHT NOW, THERE'S A SLOW-ACTING

POISON IN YOUR VEINS.

THE ANTIDOTE

IS INSIDE THE SAFE.

Mark: HELP!

Sinister voice:

THE COMBINATION TO THE SAFE...

IS WRITTEN ON THE WALL.

HURRY UP

AND PROGRAM IT IN,

BUT WATCH YOUR STEP.

AND BY THE WAY,

THAT'S A FLAMMABLE SUBSTANCE

SMEARED ON YOUR BODY.

SO I WOULD BE CAREFUL

WITH THAT CANDLE, IF I WERE YOU.

OR ALL THE PEOPLE

YOU'VE BURNED WITH YOUR ACT

JUST MIGHT HAVE

THEIR REVENGE.

AAH!

I FOUND

SOMETHING ELSE.

WELL, 2 THINGS, ACTUALLY.

THERE WAS SOMEONE STANDING

OUTSIDE HERE,

WATCHING THROUGH

THIS PEEPHOLE.

LOOKS LIKE OUR FRIEND JIGSAW

LIKES TO BOOK HIMSELF

FRONT-ROW SEATS

TO HIS OWN SICK LITTLE GAMES.

HE WAS THERE

AT THE LAST ONE AS WELL.

ONLY THIS TIME...

HE LEFT US HIS PENLIGHT.

HMM...

GET A RUSH

ON THE PRINTS.

COPY THAT.

OK, THIS PATIENT HAS

AN INOPERABLE

FRONTAL-LOBE TUMOR

EXTENDING ACROSS THE MIDLINE.

IT STARTED

AS COLON CANCER.

PATIENT HAS COME IN

FOR A STANDARD CHECKUP,

BY WHICH WE ARE ABLE

TO MONITOR THE RATE

AT WHICH HIS CONDITION

IS DECLINING.

THE PATIENT HAD--

HIS NAME IS JOHN...

DR. GORDON.

HE'S A VERY

INTERESTING PERSON.

THANK YOU FOR THAT

INFORMATION, ZEP.

AS YOU CAN SEE,

OUR ORDERLIES FORM

VERY SPECIAL BONDS

WITH THE PATIENTS.

CONTINUING ON,

THE PATIENT HAD--

Woman on speaker:

DR. LAWRENCE GORDON,

PLEASE PAGE THE OPERATOR.

OBVIOUSLY, SOMEONE

DOESN'T WANT ME

TO TELL YOU WHAT

THE PATIENT HAD.

EXCUSE ME.

DR. GORDON.

I'M DETECTIVE TAPP.

THIS IS DETECTIVE SING.

CITY HOMICIDE.

VERY IMPRESSIVE.

OH, THANK YOU.

I DO MY BEST.

SORRY TO INTERRUPT YOU

WHILE YOU'RE WORKING.

IT'S FINE. NOW, HOW CAN I

HELP YOU GENTLEMEN?

ARE YOU

ABLE TO TELL US

WHERE YOU WERE

BETWEEN THE HOURS

OF 11 P.M. AND 1 A.M.

LAST NIGHT, DOCTOR?

WHY IS IT THAT

YOU'RE INTERESTED?

WE'D LIKE TO ASK YOU

A FEW QUESTIONS ABOUT IT.

FOR YOUR SAKE,

I THINK IT'S BEST

IF WE DO IT

DOWN AT THE STATION.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO

FOLLOW US THERE?

I'M AFRAID THAT'S QUITE

OUT OF THE QUESTION.

I CAN'T JUST LEAVE.

I HAVE WORK TO DO.

PLUS MY WIFE

HAS THE CAR TODAY.

THAT'S OK. YOU CAN

RIDE WITH US...

DOC.

HA HA. I'M SORRY.

YOU'LL HAVE TO

TELL ME AGAIN.

WHAT IS THIS

ALL ABOUT?

IS THIS YOURS,

DOCTOR?

Man: SO, YOU

HAVE NO IDEA

HOW YOUR PENLIGHT SHOWED UP

AT THE MURDER SCENE?

OF COURSE NOT, BRETT.

WELL, I HAVE

TO ASK...

WHAT WERE YOU

DOING LAST NIGHT?

I WAS SEEING SOMEONE.

WHO?

LOOK, IF YOU CAN'T

BE HONEST WITH ME--

I WAS VISITING SOMEONE.

IT WASN'T A PATIENT.

ALL RIGHT?

WHAT AM I GONNA DO?

WELL, AS YOUR LAWYER

AND YOUR FRIEND,

MY ADVICE TO YOU IS

TO BITE THE BULLET

AND GIVE THEM

YOUR ALIBI NOW,

BECAUSE NO ONE'S GONNA

BELIEVE YOU LATER.

[SIGHS]

THAT WAS 5 MONTHS AGO.

HE TRIED TO SET ME UP

FOR MURDER.

OK.

WE CHECKED YOUR ALIBI.

IT HOLDS UP.

GOOD. CAN I

GO HOME NOW?

WE HAVE ONE OF THE VICTIMS

WHO MANAGED TO ESCAPE.

WE WANT TO KNOW IF YOU

WOULDN'T MIND STICKING AROUND

AND LISTENING

TO HER TESTIMONY.

MAYBE IT'LL

TRIGGER SOMETHING.

I'D LIKE TO HELP,

REALLY, BUT--

WELL, WE'D REALLY

APPRECIATE IT.

SHE'S THE ONLY ONE

WHO MADE IT.

OK.

AMANDA...

IN YOUR OWN TIME...

TELL ME THE FIRST THING

YOU REMEMBER.

Amanda: I WOKE UP.

ALL I COULD TASTE WAS BLOOD...

[STRUGGLING]

AND METAL.

Sinister voice:

HELLO, AMANDA.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME,

BUT I KNOW YOU.

I WANT TO PLAY A GAME.

HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS

IF YOU LOSE.

THE DEVICE YOU'RE WEARING

IS HOOKED INTO

YOUR UPPER

AND LOWER JAWS.

WHEN THE TIMER ON THE BACK

GOES OFF,

YOUR MOUTH WILL BE

PERMANENTLY RIPPED OPEN.

THINK OF IT

LIKE A REVERSE BEAR TRAP.

HERE, I'LL SHOW YOU.

[CLOCK TICKING]

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

THERE'S ONLY ONE KEY

TO OPEN THE DEVICE.

IT'S IN THE STOMACH

OF YOUR DEAD CELLMATE.

LOOK AROUND, AMANDA.

KNOW THAT I'M NOT LYING.

YOU BETTER HURRY UP.

LIVE OR DIE.

MAKE YOUR CHOICE.

[CLOCK TICKING]

AAH! NO! AAH!

AND THEN I SAW THE BODY.

THERE WAS A KNIFE.

[GROANING]

[SCREAMING]

HE'D BEEN INJECTED

WITH AN OPIATE OVERDOSE.

COULDN'T MOVE OR FEEL

MUCH OF ANYTHING.

YOU MEAN...

HE WAS ALIVE?

WAS.

WHAT HAPPENED

AFTER YOU TOOK IT OFF?

[SCREAMING]

CONGRATULATIONS.

YOU ARE STILL ALIVE.

MOST PEOPLE ARE

SO UNGRATEFUL TO BE ALIVE,

BUT NOT YOU.

NOT ANYMORE.

YOU ARE, IN FACT,

A DRUG ADDICT.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT,

MANDY?

DO YOU THINK THAT

IS WHY HE PICKED YOU?

[CRYING]

ARE YOU GRATEFUL,

MANDY?

HE...

HELPED ME.

[LIGHT BUZZING]

ARE YOU SURE IT'S HIM?

YEAH, I'M SURE.

HOW DO I KNOW

YOU'RE TELLING THE TRUTH?

YOU COULD BE THE ONE

WHO PUT ME IN THIS ROOM.

I'M IN EXACTLY THE SAME

SITUATION THAT YOU'RE IN.

WRONG. WRONG!

YOU'VE GOT ONE THING

I DON'T--INFORMATION!

YOU KNOW WHO DID THIS.

NOW, YOU EITHER TELL ME

WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON,

OR I'LL CUT YOU WITH THIS!

YOU HEAR ME?

I'LL CU--

WHAT?

IT'S A 2-WAY MIRROR.

I CAN SEE YOU.

SO, THAT'S

WHAT THIS IS--

REALITY TV.

DON'T LOOK AT ME.

I CAN'T HELP YOU.

CAN YOU HEAR ME

IN THERE, HUH?

I'M HAVING

A BLAST.

THIS IS THE MOST FUN

I'VE HAD WITHOUT LUBRICANT.

MAKE SURE YOU'RE

GETTING EVERYTHING.

THAT'S NOT

GONNA DO ANYTHING.

YOU JUST WANT TO

LEAVE IT RUNNING ON US?

WELL, YOU WON'T STOP IT.

THAT'S WHY WE CAN'T CUT

THROUGH THESE CHAINS.

IT'S WHY YOU WON'T

BREAK THAT GLASS.

EVERY POSSIBLE ANGLE

HAS BEEN

PRE-THOUGHT OUT BY HIM.

YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE

YOU ADMIRE THIS PRICK.

TO OVERCOME SOMETHING,

YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND

WHAT A PERFECT ENGINE IT IS.

THAT'S HOW

YOU FIGHT DISEASE.

THE TAPE TOLD US

TO FIND AN "X."

THAT "X" HAS TO BE

SOMEWHERE IN THIS ROOM.

HELP ME FIND IT.

HOW CAN YOU BE

THE CALM DOCTOR GUY

WHEN YOUR WIFE

AND KID ARE OUT THERE?

HE'S GOT THEM, TOO.

HE COULD BE DOING ANYTHING

TO THEM RIGHT NOW.

YOU THINKING

ABOUT THAT?

I AM THINKING

ABOUT THAT.

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT

THE LAST THING

I SAID TO MY DAUGHTER.

[TICKING]

DIANA, HONEY,

ARE YOU OK?

DIANA, HONEY,

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

MOMMY.

WHAT IS IT,

SWEETPEA?

THERE'S A MAN

IN MY ROOM.

OH, HONEY,

ARE YOU SURE

HE'S NOT JUST HIDING

IN YOUR IMAGINATION?

HE TALKED TO ME.

OK. I'LL COME

AND CHECK YOUR ROOM.

I WANT DADDY.

HE'LL GET THE SCARY MAN.

ALL RIGHT,

IF YOU WANT.

COME ON.

LARRY, SORRY

TO BOTHER YOU,

BUT YOUR DAUGHTER HAD

A BAD DREAM AGAIN.

JUST A MINUTE.

SHE WANTS YOU

TO CHECK HER ROOM.

HMM? MM-HMM. JUST GOT TO

FINISH THIS PARAGRAPH.

COME ON, SWEETIE.

I'LL CHECK WITH YOU.

NOPE. I'M DONE.

SEE? THERE'S

NO ONE IN YOUR ROOM.

THERE'S NO SUCH THING

AS THE BAD MAN.

NOW CAN YOU

GO TO SLEEP?

I'M STILL SCARED.

YOU ARE?

GIVE ME YOUR TOOTSIE.

UH!

OH, WHAT

A BIG TOOTSIE.

REMEMBER THIS ONE?

THIS LITTLE PIGGY

WENT TO MARKET.

THIS LITTLE PIGGY

STAYED HOME.

THIS LITTLE PIGGY

HAD ROAST BEEF.

THIS LITTLE PIGGY

HAD NONE.

THIS LITTLE PIGGY

RAN...

WHEE...

ALL THE WAY HOME!

[PAGER BEEPING]

I HATE THAT THING.

WELL, I HAVE TO GO

TO WORK, SWEETHEART.

YOU KNOW WHAT

DADDY'S JOB IS LIKE.

NOW, COME ON.

LET'S SEE.

TRY AND GET SOME

SLEEP NOW, OK?

OK.

YOU'RE NOT

GONNA LEAVE US,

ARE YOU, DADDY?

WHAT?

WHAT ARE YOU

TALKING ABOUT?

YOU MEAN LEAVE

YOU AND MOMMY?

NO. NO, SWEETHEART.

I...

I WOULD NEVER

DO THAT.

WHO GAVE YOU

THAT IDEA?

NO ONE.

WELL, IT'S NOT

TRUE, OK?

OK.

HOW MUCH

DO I LOVE YOU?

LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.

THAT'S RIGHT.

THAT'S RIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT,

SWEETIE.

GOOD NIGHT,

DADDY.

TOMORROW...

I'LL READ YOU

YOUR FAVORITE STORY.

OK.

OK.

I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER

I CAN DO THIS, LARRY.

DO WHAT? WHAT ARE

YOU TALKING ABOUT?

HOW CAN YOU

WALK THROUGH LIFE

PRETENDING

THAT YOU'RE HAPPY?

I AM HAPPY.

THAT IS COMPLETE

BULLSHIT.

I WOULD RATHER

YOU JUST BREAK DOWN

AND TELL ME

THAT YOU HATE ME.

AT LEAST THERE WOULD BE

SOME PASSION IN IT.

[TICKING]

WOULD YOU LIKE

TO SEE HER?

SHE'S BEAUTIFUL.

THANK YOU.

YOU GONNA HAVE

ANY MORE KIDS?

AH, WE'VE...

TALKED ABOUT IT,

BUT WITH OUR

SCHEDULES, IT'S...

IT'S DIFFICULT ENOUGH

TO CONCENTRATE ON ONE.

SO, WHERE'S

THE LUCKY WIFE?

THERE'S ANOTHER PICTURE BEHIND

THE ONE YOU'RE LOOKING AT.

IT'S MY FAVORITE ONE

BECAUSE...

WE'RE ALL

IN IT TOGETHER.

SOMEONE, USUALLY ME,

HAS TO HOLD THE CAMERA,

WHICH MEANS I'M ALWAYS

MISSING FROM THE PHOTOS.

Sinister voice:

"X" MARKS THE SPOT.

SOMETIMES YOU SEE MORE

WITH YOUR EYES SHUT.

IT'S, UH...

IT'S NOT HERE.

WHAT?

THIS PHOTO

YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT

IS NOT HERE.

REALLY?

ARE YOU SURE?

YEAH. JUST...

OH!

WHY, HE...HE MUST

HAVE TAKEN IT. I...

Alison: HOW CAN YOU

WALK THROUGH LIFE

PRETENDING

THAT YOU'RE HAPPY?

I AM HAPPY.

THAT IS COMPLETE

BULLSHIT.

I'D RATHER

YOU BREAK DOWN

AND TELL ME THAT

YOU HATED ME.

AT LEAST THERE WOULD BE

SOME PASSION IN IT.

WE'LL TALK ABOUT THIS

LATER, OK?

JUST LEAVE.

[DOOR CREAKS]

Sinister voice:

GOOD NIGHT, LITTLE GIRL.

AAH!

DIANA?

DIANA?

[GASPS]

AAH!

DIANA!

[DIANA CRYING]

[MUFFLED]

DON'T YOU HURT HER!

GET IT AWAY FROM HER!

GET IT AWAY FROM HER!

[HEARTBEAT]

MOMMY!

MOMMY!

MOMMY!

MOMMY!

[CRYING]

[HEARTBEAT]

[HEARTBEAT INCREASING]

LET GO OF MY DAUGHTER!

LET GO OF HER!

Tapp: OH, YOU LITTLE MAN,

I SEE YOU.

DOES DR. GORDON KNOW

YOU'RE AT HOME WITH HIS WIFE?

I KNOW

YOU KNOW SOMETHING.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

IN THERE?

WAITING FOR THE DOCTOR?

I'M WAITING

FOR THE DOCTOR, TOO.

I NEVER SHOULD HAVE

LET YOU GO.

[MAN SCREAMING]

Woman: THERE WAS SOMEONE

STANDING OUTSIDE HERE WATCHING.

Sinister voice:

I WANT TO PLAY A GAME.

[MAN SCREAMING]

Tapp: I THINK WE'RE GONNA

BE HERE FOR A WHILE, SING.

DR. GORDON,

ARE YOU ABLE TO TELL US

WHERE YOU WERE LAST NIGHT?

Sing: YOU HAVE NO IDEA

HOW YOUR PENLIGHT

SHOWED UP

AT THE MURDER SCENE?

WE CHECKED YOUR ALIBI.

IT HOLDS UP.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT, DOCTOR?

I NEVER SHOULD

HAVE LET YOU GO.

HERE WE ARE.

THAT WAS...

QUITE AN AMAZING STORY

THAT POOR WOMAN TOLD.

LOOK, I'M...

I'M SORRY I CAN'T BE OF MORE

HELP TO YOUR INVESTIGATION.

YOU KNOW, WE ARRESTED

A DENTIST LAST WEEK.

HE LIKED TO PLAY WITH

KIDS A BIT TOO MUCH.

HE LIVED

2 BLOCKS FROM HERE.

THE SEWER LINES RUN

UNDER THIS NEIGHBORHOOD,

TOO...DOCTOR.

[STARTS ENGINE]

HELLO, AMANDA.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME,

BUT I KNOW YOU.

I WANT TO PLAY

A GAME.

HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS

IF YOU LOSE.

THERE'S A TIMER AT THE BACK

OF THE DEVICE YOU'RE WEARING.

WHEN THE TIMER

GOES OFF...

[VIDEOTAPE FAST-FORWARDING]

Sing: HEY, I'LL CATCH

YOU GUYS DOWN THERE.

THINK OF IT

LIKE A REVERSE BEAR TRAP.

I'LL SHOW YOU.

HEY, TAPP.

HMM?

WE'RE GONNA GO DOWN

TO THE GRILL TO GET A BEER.

YOU WANT TO COME?

I DON'T THINK SO.

THANKS ANYWAY.

WELL, YOU KNOW,

I ALWAYS ASK.

I'LL LEAVE YOU

TO HAVE FUN UP HERE.

Videotape: IT'S IN THE STOMACH

OF YOUR DEAD CELLMATE.

HEY, TAPP.

I DON'T MEAN FOR THIS

TO BE DISRESPECTFUL.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD FIND

YOURSELF A GIRLFRIEND.

[BOTH LAUGH SOFTLY]

Videotape: IT'S IN THE STOMACH

OF YOUR DEAD CELLMATE.

LOOK AROUND--

LOOK AROUND, AMANDA.

KNOW THAT I'M

NOT LYING.

YOU BETTER HURRY UP.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.

HEY, SING.

WHAT?

GET BACK HERE.

[SIGHS]

MMM!

WHAT?

REMEMBER

118th STREET?

UH...K2K.

THAT GANG'S TERRITORY

WAS ONLY ABOUT 4 BLOCKS.

NOW LISTEN TO THIS.

[ALARM RINGING FAINTLY]

WE GOT TO CHECK

THE RECORDS

FOR ALL THE FIRE

EMERGENCIES

THAT OCCURRED IN THAT AREA

WITHIN THE LAST 2 WEEKS.

GO, RIGHT NOW. MMM!

Sing: ON THE NIGHT

OF TUESDAY THE 17th,

WE GOT A FIRE ALARM

GOING OFF

IN THE REAR WING

OF 213 STYGIAN STREET.

IT'S AN OLD LISTING.

USED TO BE

A MANNEQUIN FACTORY.

YOU THINK WE HAVE ENOUGH

FOR A WARRANT, THOUGH?

WHO SAID ANYTHING

ABOUT A WARRANT?

RIGHT NOW?

WHY NOT?

YEAH, WHY NOT?

[GUN BEING LOADED]

Tapp: AT LEAST WE'LL HAVE

THE COVER OF DARKNESS.

Sing: YEAH. WELL,

SO WILL ANYBODY ELSE.

[BANGING]

I GOT YOU.

WHAT THE HELL

IS THIS?

SHIT.

[GROANING]

Sing: OH, FUCK!

[MUFFLED SHOUTS]

[DOOR OPENS]

WAIT, SING. LET'S SEE

WHAT HE'S GONNA DO.

WHY? WE FUCKIN'

GOT HIM.

WE DON'T KNOW

WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE.

NO FUCKING WAY.

FUCK THAT.

I'M GONNA TAKE HIM.

WHAT THE FUCK? SHIT!

[MUFFLED SHOUTS CONTINUE]

AWAKE ALREADY, JEFF?

I NEED MORE POWERFUL

TRANQUILIZERS NEXT TIME.

DON'T CRY. I'VE GIVEN

YOUR LIFE A PURPOSE.

YOU'RE A TEST SUBJECT FOR

SOMETHING GREATER THAN YOURSELF.

FREEZE! POLICE!

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

DON'T MOVE!

PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS

IN THE AIR!

[DRILLS WHIRRING]

NOW YOU'LL

MAKE A CHOICE.

IN 20 SECONDS, THE LIFE

OF THIS MAN WILL BE ENDED.

GET DOWN HERE!

TURN IT OFF!

[SHOUTING]

SING, STOP THAT THING.

I'M TAKING THIS BASTARD DOWN.

FINE.

MOVE!

HOW DO YOU

TURN IT OFF?

TELL HIM HOW

TO STOP IT, ASSHOLE!

ONE KEY

WILL UNLOCK IT.

WHERE IS IT?

IT'S IN THE BOX.

BOX?

FUCK!

WHICH KEY?

TELL HIM WHICH KEY!

TIME'S RUNNING OUT.

SHUT UP

AND GET DOWN HERE

RIGHT NOW, ASSHOLE!

WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT

TO YOU, OFFICER--

ARRESTING ME OR THE LIFE

OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING?

GET DOWN ON YOUR

KNEES, ASSHOLE!

HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!

SICK BASTARD!

YES, I'M SICK,

OFFICER.

TAPP, THERE'S A BUNCH

OF KEYS HERE!

SICK FROM THE DISEASE

EATING AWAY AT ME INSIDE,

SICK OF PEOPLE WHO DON'T

APPRECIATE THEIR BLESSINGS,

SICK OF THOSE WHO SCOFF

AT THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS.

I'M SICK OF IT ALL!

TAPP!

NO! NO! TAPP!

TAPP! SHIT!

YOU'RE OK.

LET ME SEE.

I'LL BE BACK.

I'M GONNA BE BACK.

FREEZE, OR I'LL SHOOT!

[GROANING]

I HAD YOU.

I HAD YOU

ON YOUR KNEES.

BUT YOU'RE RUNNING.

YOU'RE RUNNING.

YOU'RE RUNNING SCARED

BECAUSE WE HAD YOU.

WE'RE GONNA CLOSE

THIS CASE.

GONNA CLOSE IT.

RIGHT, SING? RIGHT?

WE'RE GONNA

CLOSE IT, SING.

Lawrence: "X" MARKS THE SPOT.

"X" MARKS THE SPOT.

WE NEED TO SEARCH

THIS ROOM AGAIN.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

OVER THERE?

EXCUSE ME.

JUST BECAUSE I'M STUCK

IN THIS ROOM WITH YOU

DOESN'T MEAN I

HAVE TO REPORT TO YOU

EVERY 10 SECONDS.

I REALLY DON'T

SEE THE POINT

IN US NOT HELPING

ONE ANOTHER.

WHAT DO YOU

WANT ME TO DO?

I'M ON A LEASH.

THAT'S EXACTLY WHY

WE NEED TO TALK.

WE NEED TO THINK.

I AM THINKING!

THEN DON'T KEEP ME IN THE DARK

ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!

TURN OFF THE LIGHTS.

WHAT?

TURN THEM OFF

NOW, PLEASE.

WHY?

JUST TURN THEM OFF

FOR A SECOND.

JESUS. BEHIND YOU.

HOW COME WE DIDN'T

SEE THAT BEFORE?

THE LIGHTS IN HERE

HADN'T CHARGED IT.

IT MUST BE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK

PAINT OR SOMETHING.

OPEN IT.

IT'S LOCKED.

THE KEY, THE ONE

FROM MY ENVELOPE--

WHERE IS IT?

WHERE THE FUCK?

HERE.

A CELL PHONE--

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

INVENTION ON THIS PLANET.

MAKE THAT SECOND MOST

BEAUTIFUL INVENTION.

GIVE ME THAT.

ARE YOU JOKING?

YOU'RE GONNA PUT

SOMETHING THAT YOU FOUND

IN THIS ROOM IN YOUR MOUTH?

YES. I'M WILLING

TO RISK IT.

GIVE ME

THAT SWEET CANCER.

I DON'T CARE.

I REALLY DON'T.

GIVE ME

ONE OF THOSE.

Sinister voice: THE CIGARETTES

ARE HARMLESS, I PROMISE.

SMOKING IS ONLY POISONOUS

WHEN IT ENDS

IN BLOODSHED.

THINK ABOUT THIS.

YOU DON'T NEED A GUN

TO KILL ADAM.

MAY I PLEASE HAVE

A CIGARETTE?

I'M TRYING THE POLICE.

[DIALING]

[BEEPING]

[DIALING]

[BEEPING]

SHIT.

THIS WAS MEANT TO RECEIVE CALLS,

NOT MAKE THEM.

WAIT A MINUTE.

THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE.

LAST NIGHT, AFTER I FINISHED

AT THE HOSPITAL...

I WAS WALKING BACK

TO MY CAR.

I THOUGHT

I WAS ALONE, BUT...

I'M SURE

SOMEONE ELSE WAS THERE.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

[BUSY SIGNAL]

GREAT.

[DIALING]

[BEEPING]

THAT...THING

WAS WAITING FOR ME.

HOW DID YOU KNOW

TO TURN OFF THE LIGHTS?

WHO CARES?

IT WORKED.

YEAH, BUT HOW

DID YOU KNOW?

INSTINCT.

INSTINCT?

YEAH.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

YOU'RE A TERRIBLE LIAR.

YOU SAY THAT

LIKE YOU KNOW ME.

WHAT ELSE AREN'T

YOU TELLING ME?

WELL, UM, LET'S SEE.

ON MY SIXTH BIRTHDAY,

MY BEST FRIEND AT

THE TIME, SCOTT TIBBS,

STABBED ME

WITH A RUSTY NAIL.

I DIDN'T TELL YOU

ABOUT THAT.

I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT

MY LAST GIRLFRIEND,

WHO WAS A FEMINIST

VEGAN PUNK,

BROKE UP WITH ME

BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT

I WAS TOO ANGRY.

I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU THAT

ONE OF MY TOENAILS IS--

JUST STOP IT!

YOU KNEW TO TURN OFF

THESE LIGHTS.

WHATEVER.

I'M DEALING

WITH A JUVENILE.

YOU WANT TO KNOW?

YEAH!

HERE IT IS.

COME.

OH, GOD.

WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?

IT WAS

IN YOUR WALLET...

BEHIND THE PHOTO

OF YOUR DAUGHTER.

WHY DIDN'T YOU

SHOW ME THIS BEFORE?

I COULDN'T.

I'M SORRY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

TO THEM, YOU BASTARD?!

OK. OK.

OK, I'VE GOT TO THINK NOW.

Sinister voice:

THINK ABOUT THIS.

YOU DON'T NEED A GUN

TO KILL ADAM.

WHEN THERE'S THAT MUCH

POISON IN YOUR BLOOD,

THE ONLY THING LEFT TO DO

IS SHOOT YOURSELF.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

HEY, WHAT THE HELL

ARE YOU DOING?

[WHISPERING]

SHH. ADAM, LISTEN TO ME.

I WANT YOU TO PLAY ALONG

WITH ME ON THIS.

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

YOU GOT THAT?

SO, YOU, UH...

YOU STILL WANT

THAT CIGARETTE?

UM, YEAH.

SURE.

[CHOKING SOUNDS]

[CHOKING STOPS]

THERE! I'VE DONE IT!

I'VE KILLED HIM WITH THE POISON

JUST LIKE YOU WANTED!

NOW WHERE'S MY FAMILY?

WHERE ARE THEY?

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

AAH! JESUS CHRIST!

WHAT ARE YOU--

I--I--I JUST GOT

ELECTROCUTED!

WHAT?

JESUS. THAT WAS

OUR WAY OUT.

DID YOU HEAR

WHAT I SAID?

GET THIS THING

OFF ME!

GET IT OFF!

STOP ACTING!

YOU THINK I WOULD

MAKE THAT UP

JUST TO MESS UP YOUR

STUPID FUCKIN' CHARADE?!

ALL RIGHT, THAT'S IT.

DAMN IT!

[PANTING]

I REMEMBER

EVERYTHING NOW.

I REMEMBER

HOW I GOT HERE.

[MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY

ON HEADPHONES]

[MUSIC STOPS]

AH...

GREAT.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DOOR CREAKING]

IS SOMEONE THERE?

[FLASH RECHARGING]

[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]

I CAN HEAR YOU.

[FLASH RECHARGING]

[FLASH RECHARGING]

[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]

[FLASH RECHARGING]

[ELECTRONIC LAUGHTER]

WHAT THE--

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

[LAUGHTER STOPS]

WHAT THE...

[RATTLING]

WHO IS THAT?

WHO'S IN THERE?

[CREAKING]

COME OUT!

I'LL KILL YOU,

YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

AAH!

[TICKING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[BEEP]

WHO IS THIS?

Diana: DADDY.

DIANA.

DADDY,

IS THAT YOU?

YEAH, BABY, IT'S ME.

I'M HERE.

I'M SCARED,

DADDY.

DON'T WORRY, HONEY.

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE OK.

WHERE'S MOMMY?

SHE'S HERE

WITH ME.

LET ME TALK TO HER, SWEETIE.

OK? PUT MOMMY ON.

THE BAD MAN FROM

MY ROOM IS HERE.

HE HAS US TIED UP...

AND HE HAS A GUN.

WH...WHAT MAN?

PLEASE COME

HOME, DADDY.

[KISS]

HELLO? HELLO?

DIANA?

DIANA?

DIANA!

LARRY.

ALI?

IS THAT YOU?

IS ADAM THERE?

WELL, HOW

DO YOU KNOW...

ALI...

WHAT IS GOING ON?

DON'T BELIEVE

ADAM'S LIES.

HE KNOWS YOU.

HE KNEW ALL ABOUT YOU

BEFORE TODAY.

HELLO? ALI?

ALI?

HELLO!

GODDAMN YOU!

IF YOU SO MUCH AS LAY

A FINGER ON THEM,

I'LL KILL YOU.

YOU HEAR ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH?

I'LL KILL YOU!

[CRYING]

DAMN!

ARE THEY OK?

MY WIFE, SHE, UH...

SHE MENTIONED YOUR NAME.

WHAT DID SHE SAY?

SHE TOLD ME...

NOT TO BELIEVE YOU.

BELIEVE ME

ABOUT WHAT?

SHE TOLD ME YOU KNEW ME.

WHO ARE YOU?

YOU KNOW WHO I AM.

STOP THE LIES!

YOU'RE A LIAR!

I NEED TO KNOW

THE TRUTH!

I'M A LIAR?

WHAT DID YOU DO

LAST NIGHT, LAWRENCE?

WORK AT A HOSPITAL,

SAVING SICK CHILDREN?

YOU TOLD ME THAT

AFTER YOU LEFT

YOUR HOUSE LAST NIGHT,

YOU WENT TO WORK

AT A HOSPITAL.

THAT'S BECAUSE

IT'S THE TRUTH.

NO, IT'S NOT.

YOUR WIFE IS

RIGHT, LARRY.

YOU DON'T RECALL GETTING

YOUR PICTURE TAKEN

IN THAT PARKING LOT?

I CAN PROVE

THAT YOU DIDN'T GO

ANYWHERE NEAR

A HOSPITAL LAST NIGHT.

IT'S NOT

THE FIRST TIME

I'VE DONE IT,

EITHER, LARRY.

I'VE BEEN TAKING

PICTURES OF YOU

FOR A FEW DAYS NOW.

WHY?

YOU WANT TO KNOW

WHAT I DO?

I GET PAID TO TAKE PICTURES

OF RICH GUYS LIKE YOU

WHO GO TO SEEDY,

OUT-OF-THE-WAY MOTELS

TO FUCK

THEIR SECRETARIES.

LAST NIGHT, I WENT

TO YOUR HOUSE

AND WATCHED YOU LEAVE.

I FOLLOWED YOU...

ALL THE WAY TO THAT

SHIT-BAG HOTEL.

YOU'VE HAD THESE WITH YOU

THE WHOLE TIME?

I FOUND THEM IN THERE

WITH THE HACKSAWS.

I DON'T KNOW

HOW THEY GOT THERE.

YEAH, RIGHT.

YOU'RE SO FULL OF IT!

FACE IT, LARRY.

WE'RE BOTH BULLSHITTERS.

BUT MY CAMERA ISN'T.

IT DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO LIE.

IT ONLY SHOWS YOU WHAT'S

PUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF IT.

JUST OUT OF CURIOSITY,

WHAT DID YOU DO

IN THAT MOTEL ROOM?

YOU GOT OUT OF THERE

PRETTY FAST.

WHY DID YOU, UM...

DEEM IT NECESSARY

TO PAGE ME

WHEN YOU KNEW

I WAS AT HOME?

I DIDN'T KNOW IF YOU

WERE GONNA MAKE IT.

BUT I GAVE YOU

A PRECISE TIME

AT WHICH TO PAGE ME.

YOU CAN'T DO THAT.

IT'S NOT LIKE

I KNOW THE RULES

FOR THIS SORT

OF STUFF.

WHAT'S WRONG,

DR. GORDON?

LOOK, UM...

IT WAS WRONG OF ME

TO MAKE YOU COME HERE.

BUT I THOUGHT WE...

NO, NO. PLEASE.

I'M SORRY.

[RING]

YOU TELL ANYONE

YOU WERE HERE?

NO.

[RING]

HELLO.

IT'S

FOR YOU.

FOR ME?

HELLO.

Man, whispering: I KNOW

WHAT YOU'RE DOING, DOCTOR.

I--

[DIAL TONE]

[HANGS UP TELEPHONE]

I HAVE TO GO.

WHAT HAPPENED?

I GOT TO GO.

[SIGHS]

[CAMERA CLICKS]

WHO WAS IT?

WHO WAS WHAT?

THE PERSON WHO PAID YOU

TO FOLLOW ME--WHO WAS IT?

HE CALLS

HIMSELF BOB,

AND HE GIVES ME

THE MONEY UP FRONT--

200 BUCKS A NIGHT.

IF I'D KNOWN I WAS

GONNA END UP HERE,

I WOULD HAVE ASKED FOR

A HELL OF A LOT MORE.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

DOES THAT MEAN YOU SAW

WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?

WHAT I SAW WAS YOU

GET INTO YOUR CAR.

THAT'S IT.

I DIDN'T ASK

YOUR NAME.

I DIDN'T KNOW

WHO YOU WERE.

I DON'T KNOW

HOW I GOT HERE.

I DON'T KNOW

HOW YOU GOT HERE.

I JUST TOOK

THE SHOTS

AND WENT STRAIGHT HOME

TO DEVELOP THEM.

NEXT THING I KNOW,

I'M CHAINED TO A PIPE

IN SOME PREHISTORIC

BATHROOM,

STARING AT THE GUY I'VE BEEN

TAKING SHOTS OF ALL NIGHT.

CLEARLY, WHOEVER PAID YOU

TO TAKE PICTURES OF ME

IS THE ONE

WHO PUT US HERE.

MAYBE.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "MAYBE"?

OF COURSE IT IS.

WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE?

HE'S JUST A GUY.

WAS HE TALL? WAS HE

SKINNY, OBESE, WHAT?

I DON'T TAKE NOTES

ABOUT HIS APPEARANCE.

YOU MUST REMEMBER

SOMETHING ABOUT HIM.

YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU DON'T

REMEMBER A THING ABOUT THE GUY?

I TOLD YOU--

OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

I GIVE UP!

HE'S A TALL BLACK GUY.

HE'S GOT A SCAR

AROUND HIS NECK, OK?

TAPP.

DETECTIVE TAPP.

WHOA.

THE GUY WHO PAID ME

TO TAKE THESE PHOTOS

WAS NOT A COP.

NO, NO. HE WAS DISCHARGED

FROM THE POLICE FORCE.

HE BROKE DOWN AFTER

HIS PARTNER WAS KILLED.

BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP HIM

FROM HARASSING ME.

THE GUY BECAME OBSESSED.

HE CONVINCED HIMSELF

THAT I MUST HAVE

SOMEHOW BEEN INVOLVED

WITH THE MURDERS.

HE'S CRAZY.

AND YOU HELPED HIM.

YOU TOOK MONEY FROM HIM

TO INVADE MY PRIVACY.

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?

CALL IT

MY NEED TO EAT.

RIGHT.

RIGHT. YOU KNOW

WHAT, ADAM?

YOU'RE NOT A VICTIM

OF THIS GAME;

YOU'RE PART OF IT.

OH, REALLY?

OBVIOUSLY THIS COP

THINKS YOU'RE THE ONE

BEHIND IT ALL.

I TOLD YOU,

HE'S NOT A COP.

HE'S A BOTTOM FEEDER,

JUST LIKE YOU.

WHAT ARE YOU MORE

PISSED OFF ABOUT--

THE FACT THAT I TOOK

SOME SHOTS OF YOU

OR THE FACT THAT I

TOOK SOME SHOTS OF YOU

WHILE YOU WERE CHEATING

ON YOUR WIFE?

I DID NOT CHEAT ON HER!

WHAT DO YOU CARE

WHAT I THINK ANYWAY?

I DON'T GIVE A CRAP

IF YOU COVERED YOURSELF

IN PEANUT BUTTER

AND HAD A 15-HOOKER

GANG BANG.

HOW DID I GET HERE?

I HAD EVERYTHING

IN ORDER.

MY WHOLE LIFE

WAS IN PERFECT ORDER.

[DOOR CLOSES]

SWEETHEART,

ARE YOU OK?

MOMMY JUST

NEEDS YOU TO BE

REALLY, REALLY, REALLY,

REALLY STRONG RIGHT NOW.

I'M NOT GONNA LET

ANYBODY HURT YOU.

YOU GOT THAT?

OK. THAT'S

MY GOOD GIRL.

HEY, WAS THERE

SOMEONE ELSE

AT YOUR HOUSE

LAST NIGHT,

BESIDES YOUR WIFE

AND DAUGHTER?

NO.

WELL, THERE'S

SOMEONE HERE.

I KNOW HIM.

ZEP.

WHO?

HIS NAME IS ZEP.

HE'S AN ORDERLY

AT MY HOSPITAL.

ZEP. YOU PERVERTED

LITTLE PSYCHOPATH.

I'M GONNA TAKE

GREAT PLEASURE

IN SEEING YOU

PAY FOR THIS,

YOU BASTARD FUCK!

LOOK.

WE'RE OUT OF TIME.

SHH, SHH, SHH.

SWEETIE, SWEETIE, SWEETIE.

MOMMY, HELP ME!

SHH...

DR. GORDON'S

TIME IS UP.

NOW I'VE GOT TO DO

WHAT I'VE GOT TO DO,

AND I'M AFRAID

IT HAS TO BE YOU

THAT TELLS HIM

HE FAILED.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[RING]

IS THAT YOU, ZEP,

YOU BASTARD?

I KNOW IT'S YOU,

YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Alison: LARRY.

ALI?

YOU FAILED.

[STRUGGLING]

HELLO?

HELLO?

UH! YOU!

WAIT.

DON'T MOVE.

STAY ON THE GROUND.

GIVE ME THE PHONE.

GIVE IT TO ME!

LARRY.

ALI. HONEY,

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

NO. NO, WE'RE NOT.

GET DOWN!

LARRY,

WHERE ARE YOU?

I DON'T KNOW.

I'M BEING HELD CAPTIVE

IN A ROOM SOMEWHERE.

WHAT ARE YOU

TALKING ABOUT?

I'M SO SORRY.

HONEY, WE NEED

YOU HERE.

I'M SO SORRY

FOR EVERYTHING.

IT'S MY FAULT.

PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

I'VE ALWAYS BEEN

HAPPY WITH YOU.

MOMMY.

AAH!

JESUS!

[GUNSHOT]

AAH!

ALI!

[GUNSHOT]

ALI! ALI!

MOMMY, HELP ME!

AAH!

FREEZE!

[GUNSHOTS AND SCREAMING]

[SOBBING]

WHAT?

WHAT THE FUCK?

MRS. GORDON?

DIANA!

I'M GONNA KILL YOUR HUSBAND

NOW, MRS. GORDON.

[SOBBING]

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

LAWRENCE!

LAWRENCE, GET UP!

LAWRENCE!

GET UP!

I NEED YOU!

OH, THANK GOD.

I THOUGHT

YOU WERE DEAD.

[GROANING]

HE...HE...

HE ELECTROCUTED ME.

I TOLD YOU.

THE SAME THING

HAPPENED TO ME.

SEE? I WASN'T

LYING. SEE?

FUCK THIS SHIT!

[GROANING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[RINGING]

I'M GONNA KILL YOU,

YOU SICK ASSHOLE!

NO!

[CRYING]

LAWRENCE, CALM DOWN.

THERE MUST BE A WAY

OUT OF THIS.

SHUT UP!

JUST SHUT UP!

MY FAMILY NEEDS ME!

[SOBBING]

NO!

GOD!

GOD! NO!

[SCREAMING]

LAWRENCE!

I DON'T THINK THIS MESS

IS MY MISTAKE.

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

LAWRENCE!

JUST STOP IT.

LAWRENCE,

JUST CALM DOWN.

THERE'S A WAY

OUT OF HERE.

THERE'S A WAY OUT!

LAWRENCE!

NO! WHAT ARE YOU--

NO! OH, MY GOD!

LAWRENCE!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[PUNCHING]

[SCREAMING]

WHAT...

ARE YOU DOING?

WHAT ARE YOU...

WHAT ARE YOU...

OH, MY GOD!

OH, MY GOD!

LAWRENCE,

DON'T! NO!

NO, LAWRENCE,

PLEASE!

I'M BEGGING YOU!

LAWRENCE!

IT'S NOT ME WHO

DID THIS TO YOU!

[COCKS PISTOL]

YOU HAVE TO DIE.

NO! I WANT TO LIVE!

I'M SORRY.

I WANT TO LIVE!

MY FAMILY!

[CRYING]

THERE!

I'VE DONE IT!

NOW SHOW THEM TO ME!

SHOW THEM TO ME.

Man: THANK YOU

VERY MUCH, OFFICER.

LARRY?

DID YOU GET

THROUGH TO HIM?

NO. THERE'S

STILL NO ANSWER.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

I'VE CALLED THE POLICE.

EVERYTHING IS OK.

THANK YOU SO MUCH.

YOU'RE SO KIND.

[LOUD BANGING]

YOU BASTARD!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

YOU FUCKING BASTARD!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

YOU FUCKING BASTARD!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

[GUN CLICKING]

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU.

YOU'RE TOO LATE.

WHY?

IT'S THE RULES.

AAH!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

YOU'RE GONNA BE

ALL RIGHT.

YOU'RE JUST WOUNDED

IN THE SHOULDER.

I HAVE TO GO

AND GET HELP.

IF I DON'T

GET HELP...

I'M GOING TO

BLEED TO DEATH.

DON'T LEAVE ME!

NO!

NO! NO!

NO! AAH!

DON'T WORRY.

I'LL BRING SOMEONE BACK.

I PROMISE.

LAWRENCE!

LAWRENCE!

WE'RE GONNA BE OK?

I...I WOULDN'T LIE TO YOU.

KEY.

KEY. KEY!

UH!

Sinister voice:

HELLO, MR. HINDLE...

OR AS THEY CALLED YOU

AROUND THE HOSPITAL, ZEP.

I WANT YOU

TO MAKE A CHOICE.

[DIANA SCREAMING]

THERE'S A SLOW-ACTING POISON

COURSING THROUGH YOUR SYSTEM

WHICH ONLY I HAVE

THE ANTIDOTE FOR.

WILL YOU MURDER

A MOTHER AND HER CHILD

TO SAVE YOURSELF?

DR. GORDON'S

TIME IS UP.

MRS. GORDON!

LISTEN CAREFULLY

IF YOU WILL.

THERE ARE RULES.

WHY?

IT'S THE RULES.

Sinister voice: THE KEY

TO THAT CHAIN IS IN THE BATHTUB.

HE'S A VERY INTERESTING PERSON.

HIS NAME IS JOHN.

HE HAS AN INOPERABLE

FRONTAL-LOBE TUMOR.

Sinister voice: I'M SICK

FROM THE DISEASE

EATING AWAY AT ME INSIDE.

LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE

FROM JIGSAW.

I'M SICK OF PEOPLE WHO DON'T

APPRECIATE THEIR BLESSINGS.

IT LOOKS LIKE OUR GUY

LIKES TO BOOK HIMSELF

FRONT-ROW SEATS

FOR HIS OWN SICKO GAMES.

Sinister voice:

HELLO, MARK, PAUL, AMANDA,

ZEP, ADAM, DR. GORDON.

WANT TO PLAY A GAME?

AAH!

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

MOST PEOPLE ARE SO UNGRATEFUL

TO BE ALIVE...

BUT NOT YOU,

NOT ANYMORE.

[SCREAMING]

GAME OVER.

AAH! AAH!

DON'T! DON'T!

DON'T!

AAH! AAH!

AAH!

[SCREAMING FADES]

♪ I WATCH YOU TAP

FOR BLOOD IN MY VEIN ♪

♪ MY HEART YOU FEED ON

TO KEEP YOU SUSTAINED ♪

♪ A PARASITE THAT LEAVES ME

COLD AND DRAINED ♪

♪ I'M IN SHOCK, AND YOU

LEAVE ME PARALYZED ♪

♪ AND THE SADDEST PART,

I REALIZE ♪

♪ THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH

BEHIND YOUR EYES ♪

♪ I FEEL YOU TAPPING

MY SOUL FROM MY VEIN ♪

♪ I FEEL YOU TAPPING

AGAIN ON MY VEIN ♪

♪ I FEEL MY LIFE

SLIPPING AWAY ♪

♪ ONE MORE DROP

OF BLOOD I SPILL ♪

♪ ONE MORE DROP YOU TAKE ♪

♪ ONE MORE DROP,

AND I WILL SPITE ♪

♪ AND BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS ♪

♪ I SEE YOU HAVE

TWO FACES TURNING ♪

♪ CHANGING FACE

TO KEEP ME GUESSING ♪

♪ YOU HAVE MASTERED

THE ART OF DECEIVING ♪

♪ DECEIVING, DECEIVING,

DECEIVING ♪

♪ NOW I KNOW

NO ONE TRUSTS YOU ♪

♪ NOW I KNOW

NOT EVEN YOU DO ♪

♪ AND I THINK YOU'RE

SALT IN MY WOUNDS ♪

♪ NOW I KNOW

NO ONE TRUSTS YOU ♪

♪ NOW I KNOW NO ONE

TRUSTS YOU ♪

♪ NOW I KNOW ♪

♪ YOU'RE SALT

IN MY WOUNDS ♪

♪ ONE MORE DROP

OF BLOOD I SPILL ♪

♪ ONE MORE DROP YOU TAKE ♪

♪ ONE MORE DROP,

AND I WILL SPITE ♪

♪ AND BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS ♪

♪ BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS YOU ♪

♪ BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS YOU ♪

♪ ONE MORE DROP,

AND I WILL SPITE ♪

♪ AND BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS ♪

♪ BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS YOU ♪

♪ BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS YOU ♪

♪ BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS YOU ♪

♪ BITE THE HAND

THAT BLEEDS YOU ♪

♪ YOU ♪

♪ YOU ♪