Jigsaw (2017) - full transcript
Bodies are turning up around the city, each having met a uniquely gruesome demise. As the investigation proceeds, evidence points to one suspect: John Kramer, the man known as Jigsaw, who has been dead for over 10 years.
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OFFICER: Go, go, go.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)
(PANTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Suspect on foot, entering
warehouse. In pursuit.
Go.
(PANTING)
Freeze! Stop right there!
Put down the weapon!
You can't stop it now.
On the ground! Nothing can stop it.
On the ground. Drop it, right now!
Halloran. Detective Halloran.
If he's not here in 17 minutes,
five people are going to die.
Get Halloran here, now!
(ENGINE STOPS)
(POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
EDGAR: Where the fuck is Halloran?
People are gonna die, man!
Doesn't he know?
All of you, get back.
Edgar! Halloran!
Edgar, what the fuck are you doing?
I can't. You put down that remote.
The games are just getting started.
HALLORAN: What's that for?
His games, his rules. What game?
I gotta choose who
dies. Them or me.
Edgar, I don't want to
shoot you, but I will.
Drop the remote.
No, no, no. I got him,
should I take it?
Target the remote. If
he moves to trigger it,
blow it to shit.
Running out of time!
Edgar! Who else is there?
Tell us what's going on!
HALLORAN: Who's controlling you?
I'm not fucking dying.
(ALARM SOUNDS)
(BEEPING)
(POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(GURGLES)
Which one of you assholes
shot him in the chest?
EDWARD: The game.
It's started...
(BUZZER BLARES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(PANTING)
(LABORED BREATHING)
(PANICKED BREATHING)
(LIGHT PANELS BUZZING)
ANNA: What is this?
(WOMAN GROANS)
What the fuck? (GROANS)
What the hell?
Yo, what the hell?
RYAN: Oh, god. ANNA: Oh, shit.
CARLY: What's going on?
RYAN: No, no, no...
MITCH: This can't be happening!
CARLY: Someone, help me!
No, no, no...
CARLY: Somebody
please help me. Help!
Please, help me!
Help! Help!
Please, help me!
Just stay the fuck back!
JIGSAW: (OVER PA) I'm sure
you are all wondering
why you're here.
You deny culpability, no doubt,
for the circumstances in
which you find yourselves.
Salvation can be yours,
if you cleanse yourselves
of the habitual lies which
have brought you here.
Lies that you have
told yourselves,
lies that have brutalized others.
Confess. The truth
will set you free.
But any attempt
to violate my rules will kill you.
I want to play a game.
Fuck you!
JIGSAW: First, an
offering of blood,
(CARLY SCREAMING) no
matter how little,
will give you a green light
to escape from this
room with your lives.
If you can release
yourself from your demons,
you can begin to shed the chains
that those demons bring with them.
Make the simple blood
sacrifice that I've requested,
or face severe consequences.
The choice is yours.
RYAN: The fuck is
going on over here?
MITCH: No, no, no!
ANNA: No, no, no...
No! (SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(SCREAMNG) No! No!
(GRUNTS)
What do we do? What do we do?
CARLY: Someone do something!
(GROANING)
Hey! Wake up!
Wake up!
"An offering of blood..."
(GROANS)
"No matter how little..."
"An offering of blood..."
"An offering of blood..." (PANTS)
"An offering of blood..."
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(GASPS) (TRAP POWERING DOWN)
Cut yourself! You
need to cut yourself!
He wants blood and
then you're free!
Cut yourself, he wants blood!
Cut yourself!
(GASPS)
(GROANS)
Fuck!
Come on, come on, come on.
(SCREAMS)
(EXHALES)
Yes! Holy shit...
You need to cut yourself!
You need to cut
yourself! (SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
What the...
No...
(GRUNTING) ANNA: Cut yourself!
You need to cut yourself!
Cut yourself!
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
(SOBBING)
MITCH: Where the fuck are we?
He hit the remote, but
nothing triggered.
As far as we know.
KEITH: You think the game's real?
HALLORAN: Don't know.
KEITH: And why do you
think he asked for you?
We're good friends.
I put him away twice.
Edgar Munsen is a
sociopathic meth head.
Been in and out of prison
for assault and battery,
armed robbery, drug dealing.
Nice guy.
Doc, we need him awake.
We've got questions.
Sorry, Detective.
The bullet's lodged
against the heart.
I've got him in a barbiturate-induced
coma until he stabilizes.
Swelling has to come
down first. How long?
Two hours. Two weeks.
I can't tell you.
Excuse me.
HALLORAN: Start the suspect list
with Munsen's known associates.
This is not gonna end well.
Hungry?
(GRUNTS)
CARLY: Help!
(CRYING) Please, somebody help us!
Help!
Please! Don't...
Stay still.
What do you want with us?
ANNA: That voice...
It said salvation
can be ours if we,
cleanse our soul of our lies.
This is some kind of
fucked up confessional?
The truth will set us free.
Honey, my soul is clean.
It's Anna.
And, bullshit.
I'm Mitch.
What's your name?
Carly.
(GROANS)
Don't touch me.
This is some bastard's
sick idea of a joke?
He said it was a game.
Well, then I hope, for all of
our sakes, that it is a game.
Oh, yeah? Why's that, sweetheart?
Because games can be won.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
WOMAN: This is cray.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
BOY: What the hell?
MAN 2: Yeah.
MAN 1: Did
anyone phone the police?
(SCREAMS)
Underhand!
Overhand! Whoa!
(SIREN CHIRPING) Okay,
you got some heat on it!
Cell phone's off for
a reason, Halloran.
Well, what do you think, El?
(SIGHS) I don't know,
he looks a little pale.
Let's get this thing off.
LOGAN: Ah.
ELEANOR: Ooh
Hmm.
Hmm. (HELMET RATTLES)
Someone's been studying
up on John Kramer.
A copycat?
Hope not. Kramer's been
dead for 10 years.
What's up, Doc? Keith!
I'm good. Hey, man, how you doing?
You too, man. Good to see you.
You're, uh... You're working
this neighborhood now?
Uh, yeah, I joined
homicide last month.
Jesus, what happened to this guy?
You two know each other?
Oh. Logan was our
medic in Fallujah.
Hey, uh, I'm sorry to
hear about Christine.
How you been, man?
Uh, good, Keith.
Yeah, I'm doing well.
All right.
Eleanor.
KEITH: What is it?
Okay, then.
LOGAN: "And then
there were four..."
You got a computer we
could stick that in?
JIGSAW: (ON LAPTOP) The
games have begun again.
And they will not stop
until the sins against the
innocent are atoned for.
I will take care of the next four,
you take care of the rest.
We gotta get that to voice rec.
It's not him.
It can't be.
Right?
(ALL GAPSING)
Oh, shit.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(TRICYCLE SQUEAKING)
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
No, that's not creepy at all.
(CACKLING)
No. No!
No, no, no...
Help!
ANNA: Somebody please help us!
Where is this sick fuck taking us?
Did anyone see anything?
No, nothing. I got fucking drugged!
He said, "Confess."
We have to confess.
Yeah, you got something
you want to confess?
Have at it. Come on!
(SCREAMING)
Damn it, we all have
something to confess.
I sold a kid a bike once.
He had an accident 10 minutes
after I sold it to him.
It's not my fault
he couldn't handle
such a powerful damn
bike, all right?
That's it? He died!
That's all you did? You sold
a kid a bike he died on?
That's it! I said that's
it, man! Come on, man!
Yeah, bullshit. And what
about you, sweetheart?
Come on.
We lost our baby.
Anna... Anna.
Tell me that this isn't happening.
My husband made a mistake.
RYAN: No, no, no. That's not a
confession, come on. Come on!
I don't know what the fuck you
want me to say, okay? Come on!
No, no. (STAMMERS) I let
our marriage fall apart.
A confession is, "I killed
a hooker in Tulsa,"
or, "I ate my fucking neighbor."
Not, "I need marriage counseling."
CARLY: No. RYAN: Carly?
Yeah, well, think faster!
Nothing I can think of.
CARLY: You think faster!
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(ALL SCREAM)
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Oh, my God.
We're going to hang.
Play the damn tape, Mitch.
Oh, God!
(PANTING)
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) While
I am certain that there is
a desire to point fingers at me
for the blood that has been shed,
unless you turn
that finger inward,
I assure you, more
blood will be lost
and all will be judged.
We will begin with one.
One who is not only a liar,
Hey! but a thief.
A purse-snatcher.
And when you had a chance
to fix the harm that you'd done,
you chose to do nothing.
Now it is you who could die
without the right medication.
While unconscious, this
deceiver among you,
this criminal, was
injected with a poison.
One of the syringes
in front of you
holds the antidote.
One is a saline solution,
the other, an acid that will
cause an excruciating death.
Inject the correct one and
your chains will be released.
Failure to make the right choice
could result in death for you all.
I ask you, what is a
life worth to you?
One of you 'fess up, or we all die.
RYAN: Huh? Okay, check
yourself for marks.
ANNA: If he injected us,
there could be marks.
Bingo.
It's okay, it's okay.
What are you doing?
You just got to pick
a needle, blondie.
Look, we get out of these things
when you pick an antidote.
Or else we all die, Carly!
No, no. What if it's the acid?
Bullshit, you won't. I won't.
Maybe just confess, Carly.
Okay, did you steal purses?
Yeah, years ago, but I
didn't kill anyone!
No, no, no! No, that's not
the repentant attitude
this guy's looking for, okay?
You're lying. You're lying!
No! I was broke, okay? And yes,
somebody died, but
it wasn't my fault.
Okay.
No! Choose, or I'm gonna
stick them all into you!
Are you kidding me? Stop! Yo, man!
Just let her look!
Do any of these numbers
mean anything to you?
I'm trying! RYAN: Choose now!
$3.55.
What? What does that mean?
What a life is worth
to me. ANNA: What?
RYAN: Oh, fuck...
Choose, right now! Come on, pick!
I can't do it. Pick
one! Pick now! Please!
MITCH: We're all going to
die! RYAN: Pick one now!
MITCH: Come on. RYAN: Pick now!
Come on, pick one, Carly! Choose!
I'm not gonna fucking do it!
No, I'm not going to!
RYAN: Pick one, now!
Fuck you! I won't do it.
Come on, pick! Pick!
Fuck! I'm not gonna pick!
Now! Now, Carly, now!
Pick now!
(SCREAMING)
Pick one!
Pick one!
(ALL CHOKING)
(ALL GASPING)
(ALL COUGHING)
(GASPS)
(GAGGING)
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
Hey! Hey! Fucking asshole!
I'm not the one who put us here.
Get a hold of yourself.
I just saved our lives.
Yeah, but you took
hers! You killed her.
No, stop! You selfish
son of a bitch.
Both of y'all need to chill!
What the hell?
A life is worth $3.55.
That's what she said. What?
Yeah.
(WHISPERS) Yeah.
$3.55.
There's more numbers
on the inside of this.
It could be the combination.
Dental IDs Buckethead
as Malcolm Neale.
Malcolm Neale? I
remember that case.
His wife was murdered
five years ago.
A home invasion. Perp
slit her throat.
Oh, yeah, yeah. They
made him watch.
I remember. Malcolm Neale was
a, uh, degenerate gambler.
Wife's murder was on him. He
owed some bad guys some money.
And did you ever get around
to convicting those bad guys?
ELEANOR: Scratch marks
from fingernails.
There was a struggle,
presumably with the killer.
The partial decapitation
was made by a circular saw.
There are traces of ferric oxide,
hematite, in the wound.
Okay. Rust, from blades.
What about the voice recording?
Anything off the flash drive?
The voice was John Kramer. Matched.
Matched? Identical.
What, he came back from the dead?
Wouldn't be his first time.
Just because someone is dead
doesn't mean they
can't have a voice.
Give us enough time,
we speak for the dead.
On the roof, Edgar Munsen was
spouting off about starting a game.
The recording says there are
four more potential victims.
Four people fighting
for their lives.
(GASPS)
God...
(STRAINING)
Okay, we're in the
countryside somewhere.
I can't make out any
landmarks, nothing.
Oh, God.
Who's doing this to us?
I have no idea.
What's your name?
Ryan.
And what's your sin, Ryan?
Sold bad mortgages, sold good coke,
cheated on my taxes,
cheated on my wife.
Both of them. So, you know...
Nothing that bad.
What's your story, lollipop?
It was my husband's fault.
Oh, come on. Bullshit.
Why... Why am I being punished
for something that he did?
Huh?
If he hadn't fallen asleep,
he wouldn't have rolled over
and suffocated our baby.
(BABY GROANS)
It's not my fault.
No, no. No!
For real, you don't think he's
trying to tell us something?
Look, there are two perfectly
good doors right here.
Right, so we'll go through the door
that leads exactly he wants us to go?
No, Mitch is right. No, thanks.
Back the fuck up. I
don't think this is...
Man, get that shit out of my face.
(GROANS) (BUZZER SOUNDS)
(GASPING)
(RYAN SCREAMS)
Oh, my God!
Help me! Help. Please.
Ah! What the fuck?
There's wires, there's something...
(RYAN STAMMERING)
(WHIMPERING)
Help, help.
(RYAN GROANS)
Anna? Do you see?
ANNA: There's 100 wires wrapped around
his leg, and around some pulleys.
Okay, there's, uh... There's
some kind of handle.
Guys, there's a tape.
(TRAP POWERING UP)
(SCREAMING)
It's tighter! It just got tighter!
Okay... Oh, God!
(RYAN SCREAMS) God! Oh!
Okay, how do we get the tape?
(WHIMPERING)
Yeah, careful. Hey, go slow.
RYAN: Okay, okay.
ANNA: Really slow.
Careful. Careful.
RYAN: Please, be careful.
Oh, God.
(GROANING)
Careful, careful, careful.
(SCREAMING)
Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, my God!
You guys aren't helping!
Grab the tape! Grab the tape!
No way, man.
No, you gotta fucking
grab the tape.
I saved your fucking life,
Mitch! Grab the tape!
RYAN: Please. Just do it!
RYAN: Please, yeah. Yeah, come on.
Come on. Come on, man.
Oh, my God.
You almost got it?
You got it, you got
it. I'm trying, dude.
RYAN: All good, all
good. You got it?
Oh, God, oh, good.
You got it? (SOBBING)
Play the tape, Mitch.
Play the tape.
Here, you play the tape, man.
(WHINES)
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) There
are no shortcuts in life.
Please forgive the
rather crude example
I will make of your decision
to not follow the rules.
Pull the handle and
you will be set free.
What does he mean "set free"?
Good luck, lollipop.
(SOBBING) Oh, God.
Hey, prelim report on Buckethead.
It says the particles found
on the body are animal feces.
Cow, chicken, pig.
They also found traces
of Aujeszky's disease.
It's a virus. Aujeszky's disease?
Mostly known because,
when swine get it, farmers have
to wipe out the entire sounder.
I'm impressed.
(DOOR OPENS) Keep digging.
Dr. Nelson? Maybe I can track
the virus to a location.
Another one, possible jumper.
(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
ON POLICE RADIO)
Any identification on the victim?
No. Looks like the same killer.
This was on the body.
No link so far to any
of our suspects.
Is it Kramer? Do you know?
Is this crime related to Jigsaw?
Think it's any coincidence that Edgar
Munsen happens to be a guest here?
I think it's highly unlikely
he woke up from a coma,
climbed on a roof, and
threw a girl off.
But I did check with the
ICU. He's still there.
Looks like acid.
There's a depletion of
adenosinetriphosphate
in the muscles fibers.
Rigor mortis.
Clearly, she didn't
die from the fall.
It's hydrofluoric acid.
Look, here. This is
the injection point.
The vein carried it all the way
to the heart, where it's singed.
How do you know it was
hydrofluoric acid?
Saw a lot of it in Fallujah.
Never injected, though.
A puzzle piece.
Jig-fucking-saw!
What's Logan's deal? What
happened in Fallujah?
Uh, he, uh...
Oh. He got captured.
Um, but not before taking
out three Taliban.
Uh, what I heard, they
tortured the shit out of him.
He spent months in the VA
hospital when he got back.
You think he snapped?
Come on, man, you're talking
about a brother, here.
I got a brother. He's
a fucking asshole.
What do you think about
his second, Eleanor?
She's got a great ass, big mouth.
Yeah. Seems to get off
on this sick shit.
RYAN: Motherfucker!
(SOBBING)
(PANTING)
(STRAINING)
What the fuck? Shit.
Oh, fuck.
RYAN: I'm a good person.
I'm a good person, I
don't deserve this.
I confess...
I confess. I con...
I confess that this is fucked up!
(RYAN CRYING)
(RYAN SOBBING)
(MECHANISM CREAKING)
What?
Hey, guys.
Hey, guys!
Somebody turned on the TV.
Hello?
MITCH: Yeah, we got one, too.
What? I'm going to
have to lift you.
We gotta get the remote.
Okay, fine.
MITCH: Got it?
ANNA: Got it!
(MECHANISM CREAKING)
No! No!
No!
In the past, you have all put
your own interests above others,
and then lied to yourselves,
and deceived the world about
your callousness, your larceny,
your criminality.
Now, you will look in the mirror
and you will face
who you really are.
The choices you have made
may cost you your life.
You cannot escape the truth.
There is, however, one
person who can help you.
Ryan.
If he pulls the lever
before you are buried alive,
you will live.
Ryan, free yourself to free them.
Ryan.
MITCH: Ryan?
(BOTH PANTING) (MECHANISM WHIRRING)
(BOTH PANTING)
ANNA: No! No!
What is that?
MITCH: (ON SPEAKER) It's grain!
Ryan, man, we're going
to get buried alive.
ANNA: Ryan!
Ryan!
ANNA: Ryan!
Ryan! Get to the handle!
I can't!
MITCH: Please, Ryan! Ryan!
Hurry, man!
Ryan!
ANNA: You have to do it!
(ANNA SCREAMS)
ANNA: Get to the handle!
Please!
MITCH: Ryan,
pull the fucking handle!
What's your story, sweetheart?
What are you asking, Detective?
You one of those, uh, kinky types?
Why? Like a little pain?
You want to get punished?
(LAUGHS) Too late.
Already got an ex-wife that
tortures me every day.
Probably. Maybe you deserve it.
Where were you the night
Malcolm Neale got murdered?
Home.
Cool. Alone.
Oh. Can you prove that?
Do I need to?
I will.
MELISSA: (ON COMPUTER)
Come home soon, Daddy.
I'm sorry you have to
stay so late again, Judy.
Don't worry about it.
All right, sleep sweet,
Mel. I love you.
Love you, bye. Love you too, Daddy.
Bye.
Logan.
How did you find Eleanor?
My assistant?
Is that all she is?
It's been two years since
Christine passed. It's just...
Yes, but I'm a professional.
I wouldn't blame you.
Uh, Logan, you ever heard
of a website called "Jigsaw Rules"?
HALLORAN: Buried deep online. No.
Took some digging, but it's
a site devoted to Jigsaw.
Half of it's bullshit, posers,
but there's some stuff on there
(CHUCKLES) that is really messed up.
Okay? A lot of sick fucks.
We did a darknet IP trawl.
Got a lot of hits
from your assistant.
She's a regular.
Downloaded some shit
you cannot imagine.
So you're saying that Eleanor
Bonneville is our copycat?
No, that's not what we're saying.
Did you check her alibi?
Uh, she said she was home
the morning that Buckethead was
found hanging in the park.
At 7:00 a.m.? Home
alone? A single woman?
All right, let's rewind.
That does sound suspicious.
How did Eleanor come to you?
She sought out the department
to do her residency.
And after that?
After she finished her residency?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
I mean, three months ago,
she was offered a job
running the show at the
Cleveland city morgue.
Why didn't she take that?
Would you want to
move to Cleveland?
That's the lab. Results are in.
Okay, so this is the
DNA of the blood
scraped from under the fingernails
of the first victim, Malcolm Neale.
KEITH: Yeah, Buckethead.
Can you ID it?
Already did.
This is a blood sample from
a perp taken a decade ago.
You might remember the case.
It's an exact match.
Whose blood is it?
What? John Kramer.
That's impossible.
That's a fact.
The blood under the fingernails
of our first victim
is John Kramer's blood.
The Jigsaw Killer.
Ryan!
MITCH: Help!
ANNA: Help! MITCH: Ryan!
MITCH: Pull the lever!
Ryan!
Uh...
ANNA: Get to the handle! Uh...
Ryan!
MITCH: Help, now! (ANNA SCREAMS)
(GROANING)
ANNA: Ryan!
(ANNA SCREAMS) (WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMS) No!
Go to hell!
MITCH: You gotta help us out, man!
(BOTH PANTING)
Help!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
Ryan!
ANNA: Ryan! MITCH:
Pull the handle, Ryan!
Pull it!
(PANTING)
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
Ryan!
Ryan!
We're gonna die in here! Please!
For the love of God, just pull it!
If we die, you die!
(SCREAMS)
God...
Turn it off. Oh, God...
Ah!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(BLADES WHIRRING) (SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS IN AGONY)
(MITCH COUGHING)
(GASPS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Here's the GPS location
on Ms. Bonneville's cell.
(SIGHS) Great.
Is Jigsaw dead?
Did Kramer die, or
do we have proof?
What do you have to say to
all the panicked citizens
who want answers?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Turned your phone off?
(SIGHS)
And yet here you are, you found me.
You'd make a good detective.
Or maybe I'm just too predictable.
Predictable? No.
Halloran's passing
the blame around.
He's looking at us.
Yeah.
They're watching my house.
Because he thinks
your alibi is shit.
(SIGHS)
You really love that guy, huh?
First year at County, clean case,
a predator by the name
of Alistair Schultz.
Halloran roughed him up
while he was in custody
and the lawyer used
that to get him off.
The very next day, he
kills an 8-year-old girl
who shows up on my table.
The first of many.
Halloran can't help himself,
can't get out of his own way.
So, no, I don't have
much love for the guy.
Well, it's a job, Logan.
You can't make it personal.
When you have a little
girl one day...
(SCOFFS)
Why didn't you tell me about
the job offer in Cleveland?
Yes. Because you would
have told me to take it.
It's complicated. Yes,
you're damn right I would.
We are past complicated.
(SIGHS)
When Buckethead was strung up,
I wasn't at home like
I told the cops.
I was at my, uh...
What studio? Studio.
Like I said, And why
couldn't you tell them that?
it's... It's complicated.
You don't think they're
going to find out about it?
They know about the
Jigsaw fan website,
whatever the fuck
you're doing on that.
They're going to find
out about everything.
El, they think I'm involved.
Show me.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Okay, I should warn you,
because... Oh, Jesus!
Can you turn the lights on?
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(DEVICE BEEPING RAPIDLY)
Eleanor,
what is this?
Hey, a girl's gotta have a hobby.
A hobby? Is that what you call it?
How about a stamp collection?
(SCOFFS) That's a hobby.
(SIGHS)
(TRAP POWERING UP)
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Supposedly, John Kramer
designed this trap
for a game that took place
before all the others.
They found the plans in his lab.
I built it myself.
Got them from some
guy on the Internet.
Rumor is, not only did
John design this,
he built one.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint,
but none of Kramer's victims
died in any device like this.
The wounds don't match the design.
Well, maybe the bodies
were never found.
And maybe it never happened.
Maybe someone's playing
games with you.
What are you doing
with all this stuff?
You need to get rid of it, now.
(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)
(GASPS)
(RYAN SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
HALLORAN: Great work. Now
we've got probable cause.
What? You're not going
to believe this.
The Commissioner wants
to see Jigsaw's remains.
Wants proof he's really dead.
Yeah. What?
Are you serious? Said he wants
to calm the peoples' fears.
Chasing a dead man.
This is election year bullshit.
That is all yours. I'm going
to follow up on these.
Right on.
Halloran.
He's in a fucking coma, how
does he just disappear?
He's still breathing.
(MITCH BREATHING NERVOUSLY)
(PANTING)
What is it?
MITCH: It says my name.
You know what happens if
we don't follow the rules.
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) Hello, Mitch.
You've admitted to selling
a boy a motorcycle.
But you have not told the
entire story, have you?
$600 for a bike that you
listed in excellent condition.
Even though you knew
the brakes were faulty.
You took his 600 bucks
and, in return, you
delivered him to his end.
He was my nephew, and
he never hurt anyone.
The device you see here
has a unique power source.
It's the same engine that graced
the bike you sold my nephew.
However, I assure
you,
MITCH: Fuck.
the brake lever for this
one works perfectly.
Look, you're right,
man!
ANNA: Oh shit.
Avoid the dangers around you,
hit the motorcycle brake
handle and the motor will stop.
JIGSAW: Live or die,
Mitch. Oh, shit.
The choice is yours.
(BIKE ENGINE STARTS)
(MECHANISM WHIRRING)
Shit! No, no, no!
Oh, shit.
Look, I'm sorry! Stop, please!
I'm sorry about your nephew!
Anna, help!
Get the fuck up here!
I don't want to die!
Stop! Stop it!
Stop!
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
Anna, you got to help me!
Hurry up! Hurry, please!
Please help! Hurry! Hurry!
(GRUNTS)
(CRIES) I don't want to
die! I don't want to die!
ANNA: Mitch, pull the brake!
Pull the brake!
ANNA: Oh... Oh, God.
(SCREAMING)
Anna, you did it!
You saved me! (PANTING)
Anna... Anna, get me
out of here, please.
You did it!
Man, you did it!
No, no, no!
(SCREAMING)
(TRAP POWERING DOWN) (PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
HALLORAN: Edgar
Munsen was in a coma.
You got one job!
(CELL PHONE RINGING) One job
to do, you useless mother...
Yeah.
HALLORAN: (ON PHONE)
Nothing.
KEITH: Anything?
Pulled a Houdini. Nobody saw shit.
Just pulling Kramer's
casket out now.
HALLORAN: Reporters?
KEITH: Yup.
Good.
End this nonsense once and for all.
John Kramer is dead and
has been for 10 years.
Enough of this John
Kramer bullshit.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
KEITH: Uh...
You may want to rethink that.
Why? What's going on?
Let's just say you can call off
the hunt for Edgar Munsen.
Oh, come on!
Okay, get a warrant for
Bonneville, I'll see you there.
OFFICER 1: Go, go, go.
Move, move, move. Go!
OFFICER 2: Let's go.
OFFICER 1: Take the
left, two on the right.
(POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
OFFICER 1: Go, go, go, go, go!
OFFICER 3: Clear! OFFICER
OFFICER 2: Clear on the left!
OFFICER 1: Eyes up. OFFICER
OFFICER 2: Watch your left.
You in?
(OFFICERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
HALLORAN: (BREATHING HEAVILY)
Jesus! (GASPS)
Two left.
So, what, Bonneville
just leaves a body
hanging in her studio?
Come on, man. I know.
(SIGHS)
I'm gonna go pick up Logan.
I'll get the girl.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
I'm gonna need you to show
me those wrists, brother.
Look, listen, listen. I
didn't do anything, Keith.
I have photos of you.
Yeah, you and Eleanor in your
warehouse of torture devices.
Yeah, I was there.
Wait, you were there?
I just saw a third body that looks
like it's been through a meat grinder.
All right. Someone is trying
to frame us. All right?
The studio I can explain. I want
you to tell me where Eleanor is.
Do you know where she is or
not? You just have to trust...
Keith, I'll tell you
everything I know.
I know who did this.
And you do, too.
Who found the body
at Eleanor's studio?
Jesus! (GASPS)
He had motive. Halloran.
He wanted Edgar dead.
Who ordered the targeting
If he moves to trigger it, blow
it to shit. of the remote?
Go on.
Yeah, everybody
targeted the trigger,
but did anyone actually see
what Halloran was aiming at?
He had no plan to let Edgar walk.
Do you think your partner
knows that you're with IA?
(SIGHS)
So, I'm right.
Jesus.
You know, I've been onto Halloran
since before all of this started.
IA has him connected to multiple
homicides going back years.
Now these latest Jigsaw murders...
The three bodies we brought you,
we found they're all mixed
up in Halloran's cases.
Bring him in.
Halloran is trying to frame me.
(SCOFFS) Really? I don't even
know what he's got against me.
You know you called him
out for screwing up
slam-dunk cases.
You said he was a moron
in the press. Twice.
No, I said he was an
impulsive asshole...
Twice.
You blame him for what happened
to Christine, don't you?
Look, I don't know how to
prove Halloran's the copycat.
It's Halloran. It's him.
Let me help you build your case.
Let me get you proof.
Let me open up Edgar Munsen.
We match that slug
to Halloran's gun.
(GROANS)
What kind of firearm do you use?
Glock 22.
Most cops do. Except
Halloran. He's got a 17.
9x19 Parabellum. That's a Glock 17.
(SIGHS) Okay.
I'll take you home. You stay
there until I call you.
I'll get Halloran.
El, where the hell are you?
Call me, it's urgent.
(GASPS)
Jesus!
El!
I've been trying to call you.
No, no, no. It's okay. I don't
know how that body got...
They don't think it's you or me.
They have their sights
set on Halloran.
I found it.
I think I know where the
game is being played.
I found the farm.
No! That's great, let's
call a detective.
Halloran's behind this.
We can't trust the cops.
What? You want to see
this game for yourself.
You get off on this shit?
Logan, this is a chance
for us to save lives.
So, we're going take on a
serial killer with what?
Our cunning intellects?
And this.
RYAN: Anna!
Don't leave me!
Anna?
(ANNA STRUGGLING)
Anna, I'm bleeding out, Anna.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Motherfucker!
(GRUNTS)
RYAN: Anna!
Okay...
Anna!
Don't leave me, please!
(SCREAMS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(PANTING)
(GASPS) (GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(ANNA SOBBING)
Hello, Anna.
John?
John Kramer?
What's going on?
You're about to play a game.
Oh, no.
No. What are you doing,
John? What are you doing?
It's a final test.
I already passed your test!
Look at my fucking leg!
That wasn't your test, Ryan.
And that wouldn't
have been necessary
if you'd simply
played by the rules.
But you don't like rules, do you?
(WHINES)
(SOBBING)
You want me to show mercy?
You, who hasn't taken
even a single step
toward confessing.
You, who is responsible
not for one death,
but for three?
Your life of reckless deceit
started in high school.
And only grew worse.
Sit down! Sit the fuck down!
Get the fuck off me!
(BOTH SHOUTING)
JOHN: You lied to the authorities
multiple times, Ryan,
pinning the blame
solely on the driver,
your deceased best friend.
Do you know what you did
to his family? Hmm?
And you've only gotten
worse over the years.
I did it.
Okay, I fucking did it.
I did it, but it was so long ago.
I want to live.
I want to live.
As do I, Ryan.
As do we all.
But things happen.
Were it not for a careless mistake
by a resident at the
hospital I was in,
my cancer could have been
diagnosed a lot sooner.
It was simply the wrong
name on an X-ray.
Would've saved me a
whole lot of hardship.
And you, Anna?
I didn't do anything, John.
You know me.
Please don't do this to me.
We were neighbors, Anna and I.
My first chemo sessions were very
difficult, to say the least.
Anna and her husband,
Matthew, were so kind,
so supportive.
I thank you for that.
Why are you doing this to me?
JOHN: Those were better days
for you, weren't they, Anna?
But your poor husband, Matthew...
I know the two of you
didn't always get along.
But to have to endure that tragedy,
the death of a child, that's, uh...
One of life's greatest
burdens, isn't it?
If only he hadn't fallen
asleep that night,
then he wouldn't have
rolled over and, uh,
suffocated your baby.
That is what happened, right, Anna?
(CRYING)
Shut up!
ANNA: Shut up!
Shut up. Shut up!
(BABY SCREECHING)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
I mean, it's horrible.
How horrible,
to have to live with such a thing.
(WHIMPERS)
It could make a person
go mad, couldn't it?
What are you going to do to us?
(CHUCKLES)
Me?
I'm not going to do anything.
You have to simply
assume responsibility.
For who you are.
ELEANOR: This is it.
LOGAN: How do you know this is it?
ELEANOR: Tuck's Pig Farm.
It was shut down due to an
outbreak of Aujeszky's disease.
Buckethead's sample. The pig virus.
This farm was in
Jill Tuck's family.
Jigsaw's wife.
Still is.
Although the place was
shuttered years ago.
LOGAN: Well, it looks
like somebody's here.
You sure you want to do this?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Halloran, it's Hunt. Call me back.
(POLICE RADIO BEEPS)
We're at Halloran's
house, but he's not here.
Searching. You got
a location on him?
Sir?
Okay, we need to bring him in. Now!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(RATTLING)
ELEANOR: Check this out.
That's a lot of blood.
What's to bet this is where
Buckethead was decapitated.
Jigsaw is dead. It's Jigsaw.
Is he?
(CLANGING)
(GASPS)
Please...
I'll do anything you want,
John, just please let me go.
Please.
Did you know that pigs are
highly compassionate animals?
They show distress if they
see any other animal,
including humans, suffering.
ANNA: What about you, John?
Where is your compassion?
We all have a thumb
on the scale, Anna.
For good or for evil.
You've been weighing in on
the wrong side of the scale.
Both of you.
Now, if you want to
achieve your freedom,
you have to learn.
You have to realize that you've
been doing it backwards.
So...
I'm gonna give you an opportunity
to turn it all around.
(GUN COCKING)
Here's your key to freedom.
(PANTING)
It's all up to you.
Now, the game's simple.
The best ones are.
You have one shotgun.
You have one shell.
Like I said, it's up to you.
How can you say Jigsaw isn't dead?
He's dead.
Autopsy was performed on his
body and he has his own grave.
He's not.
Jigsaw lives forever
through the work of his followers.
You.
You've been obsessed with
John Kramer from the start.
The website.
The traps you built.
Lots of people are
fascinated by Kramer.
You know damn well I
didn't kill Buckethead.
Or the other two.
Halloran. Then who did?
You said it yourself.
The bullet matches.
He's connected to all the victims.
He's right behind you. Drop it.
Drop it! Both of you.
It's him. Now!
Go on. It's him!
Come on. Don't. Don't.
All right! Come on!
All right. Don't.
All right, I'm putting it down.
Now it's your turn, sweetheart.
Come on, sweetheart.
Come on.
ELEANOR: No...
Put it down.
HALLORAN: I'll blow his
fucking brains out.
Yeah. El.
That's a good girl.
All right. You got what you...
Run! (GASPS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
He wants us to shoot each other.
He wants me to kill you.
No.
No. No, don't!
No, don't touch that,
you psycho bitch!
No, no! It's the only way!
No. No. No, okay?
No. No, please don't. Because
that's what he wants us to do.
Thumb on the scale.
Okay? Think about it.
No. No, please don't. Okay? Please.
Good or evil. No, no. No.
That's what he said.
No, please don't.
Let's just think about this for
a minute, okay? Just think.
We're supposed to follow the rules,
we have to play by the rules.
My only key to freedom
is to kill you.
(EFFORT GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
Please!
I'm sorry. Please
don't! Please don't!
Please don't, please
don't. I'm sorry.
Backwards...
(STUTTERS) He said we've
got it backwards!
No!
(EXCLAIMS)
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
(STRAINING)
No. No.
No!
No.
No. No.
Here's your key to freedom.
No. No.
No. No.
We could have been free, Anna.
I'm sorry.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
(COUGHING)
(GROANING)
Halloran.
(GROANING) Help! Somebody!
Help!
What the fuck are
these? What the fuck?
These are goddamn laser cutters.
What? What?
Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, what happened?
Where's Eleanor?
Someone came out of
nowhere. Halloran!
Drugged me. Knocked me out.
Yeah, me too.
JIGSAW: (OVER PA) Hello, gentlemen.
You came looking for the game.
Congratulations, you found it.
You are the final two players.
It can't be.
JIGSAW: You may
recognize the device
around your collar, Dr. Nelson.
These laser cutters
slice through tissue,
and bone, like butter.
The most powerful
blade on the planet.
You both have an
opportunity to live.
All you need to do is confess.
JIGSAW: It's that easy. Confess?
If you admit to the reason
that you deserve to die,
you can escape death.
I will be listening.
Make your choice.
How are you alive?
How are you still alive?
The game will select one of you
to begin in 60 seconds.
Unless, of course, someone
chooses to go first.
Let's neither of us touch a button.
We're both gonna be
fucked in a minute.
I'll go first.
Okay.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Wait! No, no, no,
no! (BUZZER SOUNDS)
No! No!
Oh, God. I've done nothing wrong.
No, stop. Stop it!
I'd confess. Stop it!
Okay, okay. Okay, all right! Yeah.
All right, John Kramer! It was me!
It was me! I fucked up! I
messed up your X-rays!
I was... I was careless.
And I am sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I confess.
I confess.
(SCREAMING)
Christine, I'm so sorry, baby.
I should have been there for you,
but I wasn't.
(GURGLING)
JIGSAW: (OVER PA)
Your turn, Detective.
(BUZZER SOUNDS) No! No, no, no!
I won. I won. I won.
What? Huh?
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
Okay.
JIGSAW: Confess.
I did some shitty things.
But the system's broken,
I tried to fix it!
Okay! Okay!
I tampered with evidence.
(STAMMERS) I took bribes.
I put innocent people away.
Murderers and rapists walked.
People died because of me.
Innocent people died
because of me. I did it!
(EXHALES)
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
(EXHALES)
It fucking can't be.
What?
Hey, hey, hey...
(PANTING) Wha... What is this?
What are you...
HALLORAN: What? Are you
fucking kidding me?
Logan, you're... What?
What? Hey! What, you...
You're working with him?
I am him.
What?
And with a little help from you,
no one will ever suspect it.
HALLORAN: (ON RECORDER)
People died because of me.
Innocent people died
because of me. I did it!
I don't understand.
Ten years ago, in this very barn,
a game was played.
Supposedly, John Kramer
designed this for a game
that took place before
all the others.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
The bodies were never found.
LOGAN: I know this because
I was one of the players.
Jigsaw put me in that
game almost 10 years ago.
I mixed up his X-rays.
You need to cut yourself!
(LOGAN SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(PANICKED BREATHING)
(PANTING)
John decided I shouldn't have
to die over an honest mistake.
He gave me a second chance.
So now, 10 years later,
I've recreated Jigsaw's game with
criminals from your failed cases.
What?
LOGAN: I wanted my game to
be identical to Jigsaw's.
So I went through your cases.
Found players just like the
ones in the original game.
I gave them the same choices
that Jigsaw did a decade ago.
Jigsaw put five
people in his game.
I put in three.
You and I are the last two.
I wanted to see if I
was as worthy as him.
As talented.
No...
Come on, Logan.
Come on. Have mercy.
Like you just had mercy on me?
When you started our game
just now? Pushing my button?
Saving yourself.
What?
Fair? That... that's not fair!
Why was Edgar Munsen free?
He was a murderer.
But you were protecting
him because he was
your criminal informant, years ago,
and you let him walk free.
Edgar Munsen killed my wife.
You don't...
You don't know that.
It's never been proven.
(PANTING)
This won't bring your family back.
John Kramer,
gave people a chance
to win the game.
A choice.
Fuck!
You fucker.
You have a choice.
Scream, or don't.
Logan, Logan, Logan. Logan, hey,
look, I can help you. I
can do things for you.
Can you bring my wife back?
Doesn't matter what I say, does it?
LOGAN: I created a game that
appeared to be run by Jigsaw.
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) Hello, Edgar.
You're about to play a game.
Five lives are in your hands.
Follow my instructions exactly.
I got to choose who
dies, them or me.
I'm not fucking dying.
What kind of firearm do you use?
Glock 22, most cops do.
Except Halloran, he's got a 17.
9x19 Parabellum. That's a Glock 17.
The blood under the fingernails
of our first victim
is John Kramer's blood.
LOGAN: Some will think it's Jigsaw.
Some will suspect you.
But no one will suspect me.
Okay, we need to bring him in. Now!
LOGAN: Because Eleanor
will provide my alibi.
Oh, yes.
LOGAN: Ten years ago, I came
out of the war a broken man.
Jigsaw put the pieces of my
life back together again.
He gave my life purpose.
(BLUBBERING)
We can never come from
anger or from vengeance.
You taught me that.
But then there will be no justice.
No. But there will.
Because we'll speak for the dead.
LOGAN: Together, we built a legacy.
Now, I speak for the lives
ruined by people like you.
Murderers, rapists...
Their victims appeared on my table
because of you.
No. No.
No...
No...
(GROANS)
I speak for the dead.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Original subtitles by Sud_Arun
Colored and Improved by zer0_
Colored and Improved by zer0_
OFFICER: Go, go, go.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)
(PANTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Suspect on foot, entering
warehouse. In pursuit.
Go.
(PANTING)
Freeze! Stop right there!
Put down the weapon!
You can't stop it now.
On the ground! Nothing can stop it.
On the ground. Drop it, right now!
Halloran. Detective Halloran.
If he's not here in 17 minutes,
five people are going to die.
Get Halloran here, now!
(ENGINE STOPS)
(POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
EDGAR: Where the fuck is Halloran?
People are gonna die, man!
Doesn't he know?
All of you, get back.
Edgar! Halloran!
Edgar, what the fuck are you doing?
I can't. You put down that remote.
The games are just getting started.
HALLORAN: What's that for?
His games, his rules. What game?
I gotta choose who
dies. Them or me.
Edgar, I don't want to
shoot you, but I will.
Drop the remote.
No, no, no. I got him,
should I take it?
Target the remote. If
he moves to trigger it,
blow it to shit.
Running out of time!
Edgar! Who else is there?
Tell us what's going on!
HALLORAN: Who's controlling you?
I'm not fucking dying.
(ALARM SOUNDS)
(BEEPING)
(POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(GURGLES)
Which one of you assholes
shot him in the chest?
EDWARD: The game.
It's started...
(BUZZER BLARES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(PANTING)
(LABORED BREATHING)
(PANICKED BREATHING)
(LIGHT PANELS BUZZING)
ANNA: What is this?
(WOMAN GROANS)
What the fuck? (GROANS)
What the hell?
Yo, what the hell?
RYAN: Oh, god. ANNA: Oh, shit.
CARLY: What's going on?
RYAN: No, no, no...
MITCH: This can't be happening!
CARLY: Someone, help me!
No, no, no...
CARLY: Somebody
please help me. Help!
Please, help me!
Help! Help!
Please, help me!
Just stay the fuck back!
JIGSAW: (OVER PA) I'm sure
you are all wondering
why you're here.
You deny culpability, no doubt,
for the circumstances in
which you find yourselves.
Salvation can be yours,
if you cleanse yourselves
of the habitual lies which
have brought you here.
Lies that you have
told yourselves,
lies that have brutalized others.
Confess. The truth
will set you free.
But any attempt
to violate my rules will kill you.
I want to play a game.
Fuck you!
JIGSAW: First, an
offering of blood,
(CARLY SCREAMING) no
matter how little,
will give you a green light
to escape from this
room with your lives.
If you can release
yourself from your demons,
you can begin to shed the chains
that those demons bring with them.
Make the simple blood
sacrifice that I've requested,
or face severe consequences.
The choice is yours.
RYAN: The fuck is
going on over here?
MITCH: No, no, no!
ANNA: No, no, no...
No! (SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(SCREAMNG) No! No!
(GRUNTS)
What do we do? What do we do?
CARLY: Someone do something!
(GROANING)
Hey! Wake up!
Wake up!
"An offering of blood..."
(GROANS)
"No matter how little..."
"An offering of blood..."
"An offering of blood..." (PANTS)
"An offering of blood..."
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(GASPS) (TRAP POWERING DOWN)
Cut yourself! You
need to cut yourself!
He wants blood and
then you're free!
Cut yourself, he wants blood!
Cut yourself!
(GASPS)
(GROANS)
Fuck!
Come on, come on, come on.
(SCREAMS)
(EXHALES)
Yes! Holy shit...
You need to cut yourself!
You need to cut
yourself! (SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
What the...
No...
(GRUNTING) ANNA: Cut yourself!
You need to cut yourself!
Cut yourself!
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
(SOBBING)
MITCH: Where the fuck are we?
He hit the remote, but
nothing triggered.
As far as we know.
KEITH: You think the game's real?
HALLORAN: Don't know.
KEITH: And why do you
think he asked for you?
We're good friends.
I put him away twice.
Edgar Munsen is a
sociopathic meth head.
Been in and out of prison
for assault and battery,
armed robbery, drug dealing.
Nice guy.
Doc, we need him awake.
We've got questions.
Sorry, Detective.
The bullet's lodged
against the heart.
I've got him in a barbiturate-induced
coma until he stabilizes.
Swelling has to come
down first. How long?
Two hours. Two weeks.
I can't tell you.
Excuse me.
HALLORAN: Start the suspect list
with Munsen's known associates.
This is not gonna end well.
Hungry?
(GRUNTS)
CARLY: Help!
(CRYING) Please, somebody help us!
Help!
Please! Don't...
Stay still.
What do you want with us?
ANNA: That voice...
It said salvation
can be ours if we,
cleanse our soul of our lies.
This is some kind of
fucked up confessional?
The truth will set us free.
Honey, my soul is clean.
It's Anna.
And, bullshit.
I'm Mitch.
What's your name?
Carly.
(GROANS)
Don't touch me.
This is some bastard's
sick idea of a joke?
He said it was a game.
Well, then I hope, for all of
our sakes, that it is a game.
Oh, yeah? Why's that, sweetheart?
Because games can be won.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
WOMAN: This is cray.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
BOY: What the hell?
MAN 2: Yeah.
MAN 1: Did
anyone phone the police?
(SCREAMS)
Underhand!
Overhand! Whoa!
(SIREN CHIRPING) Okay,
you got some heat on it!
Cell phone's off for
a reason, Halloran.
Well, what do you think, El?
(SIGHS) I don't know,
he looks a little pale.
Let's get this thing off.
LOGAN: Ah.
ELEANOR: Ooh
Hmm.
Hmm. (HELMET RATTLES)
Someone's been studying
up on John Kramer.
A copycat?
Hope not. Kramer's been
dead for 10 years.
What's up, Doc? Keith!
I'm good. Hey, man, how you doing?
You too, man. Good to see you.
You're, uh... You're working
this neighborhood now?
Uh, yeah, I joined
homicide last month.
Jesus, what happened to this guy?
You two know each other?
Oh. Logan was our
medic in Fallujah.
Hey, uh, I'm sorry to
hear about Christine.
How you been, man?
Uh, good, Keith.
Yeah, I'm doing well.
All right.
Eleanor.
KEITH: What is it?
Okay, then.
LOGAN: "And then
there were four..."
You got a computer we
could stick that in?
JIGSAW: (ON LAPTOP) The
games have begun again.
And they will not stop
until the sins against the
innocent are atoned for.
I will take care of the next four,
you take care of the rest.
We gotta get that to voice rec.
It's not him.
It can't be.
Right?
(ALL GAPSING)
Oh, shit.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(TRICYCLE SQUEAKING)
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
No, that's not creepy at all.
(CACKLING)
No. No!
No, no, no...
Help!
ANNA: Somebody please help us!
Where is this sick fuck taking us?
Did anyone see anything?
No, nothing. I got fucking drugged!
He said, "Confess."
We have to confess.
Yeah, you got something
you want to confess?
Have at it. Come on!
(SCREAMING)
Damn it, we all have
something to confess.
I sold a kid a bike once.
He had an accident 10 minutes
after I sold it to him.
It's not my fault
he couldn't handle
such a powerful damn
bike, all right?
That's it? He died!
That's all you did? You sold
a kid a bike he died on?
That's it! I said that's
it, man! Come on, man!
Yeah, bullshit. And what
about you, sweetheart?
Come on.
We lost our baby.
Anna... Anna.
Tell me that this isn't happening.
My husband made a mistake.
RYAN: No, no, no. That's not a
confession, come on. Come on!
I don't know what the fuck you
want me to say, okay? Come on!
No, no. (STAMMERS) I let
our marriage fall apart.
A confession is, "I killed
a hooker in Tulsa,"
or, "I ate my fucking neighbor."
Not, "I need marriage counseling."
CARLY: No. RYAN: Carly?
Yeah, well, think faster!
Nothing I can think of.
CARLY: You think faster!
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(ALL SCREAM)
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Oh, my God.
We're going to hang.
Play the damn tape, Mitch.
Oh, God!
(PANTING)
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) While
I am certain that there is
a desire to point fingers at me
for the blood that has been shed,
unless you turn
that finger inward,
I assure you, more
blood will be lost
and all will be judged.
We will begin with one.
One who is not only a liar,
Hey! but a thief.
A purse-snatcher.
And when you had a chance
to fix the harm that you'd done,
you chose to do nothing.
Now it is you who could die
without the right medication.
While unconscious, this
deceiver among you,
this criminal, was
injected with a poison.
One of the syringes
in front of you
holds the antidote.
One is a saline solution,
the other, an acid that will
cause an excruciating death.
Inject the correct one and
your chains will be released.
Failure to make the right choice
could result in death for you all.
I ask you, what is a
life worth to you?
One of you 'fess up, or we all die.
RYAN: Huh? Okay, check
yourself for marks.
ANNA: If he injected us,
there could be marks.
Bingo.
It's okay, it's okay.
What are you doing?
You just got to pick
a needle, blondie.
Look, we get out of these things
when you pick an antidote.
Or else we all die, Carly!
No, no. What if it's the acid?
Bullshit, you won't. I won't.
Maybe just confess, Carly.
Okay, did you steal purses?
Yeah, years ago, but I
didn't kill anyone!
No, no, no! No, that's not
the repentant attitude
this guy's looking for, okay?
You're lying. You're lying!
No! I was broke, okay? And yes,
somebody died, but
it wasn't my fault.
Okay.
No! Choose, or I'm gonna
stick them all into you!
Are you kidding me? Stop! Yo, man!
Just let her look!
Do any of these numbers
mean anything to you?
I'm trying! RYAN: Choose now!
$3.55.
What? What does that mean?
What a life is worth
to me. ANNA: What?
RYAN: Oh, fuck...
Choose, right now! Come on, pick!
I can't do it. Pick
one! Pick now! Please!
MITCH: We're all going to
die! RYAN: Pick one now!
MITCH: Come on. RYAN: Pick now!
Come on, pick one, Carly! Choose!
I'm not gonna fucking do it!
No, I'm not going to!
RYAN: Pick one, now!
Fuck you! I won't do it.
Come on, pick! Pick!
Fuck! I'm not gonna pick!
Now! Now, Carly, now!
Pick now!
(SCREAMING)
Pick one!
Pick one!
(ALL CHOKING)
(ALL GASPING)
(ALL COUGHING)
(GASPS)
(GAGGING)
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
Hey! Hey! Fucking asshole!
I'm not the one who put us here.
Get a hold of yourself.
I just saved our lives.
Yeah, but you took
hers! You killed her.
No, stop! You selfish
son of a bitch.
Both of y'all need to chill!
What the hell?
A life is worth $3.55.
That's what she said. What?
Yeah.
(WHISPERS) Yeah.
$3.55.
There's more numbers
on the inside of this.
It could be the combination.
Dental IDs Buckethead
as Malcolm Neale.
Malcolm Neale? I
remember that case.
His wife was murdered
five years ago.
A home invasion. Perp
slit her throat.
Oh, yeah, yeah. They
made him watch.
I remember. Malcolm Neale was
a, uh, degenerate gambler.
Wife's murder was on him. He
owed some bad guys some money.
And did you ever get around
to convicting those bad guys?
ELEANOR: Scratch marks
from fingernails.
There was a struggle,
presumably with the killer.
The partial decapitation
was made by a circular saw.
There are traces of ferric oxide,
hematite, in the wound.
Okay. Rust, from blades.
What about the voice recording?
Anything off the flash drive?
The voice was John Kramer. Matched.
Matched? Identical.
What, he came back from the dead?
Wouldn't be his first time.
Just because someone is dead
doesn't mean they
can't have a voice.
Give us enough time,
we speak for the dead.
On the roof, Edgar Munsen was
spouting off about starting a game.
The recording says there are
four more potential victims.
Four people fighting
for their lives.
(GASPS)
God...
(STRAINING)
Okay, we're in the
countryside somewhere.
I can't make out any
landmarks, nothing.
Oh, God.
Who's doing this to us?
I have no idea.
What's your name?
Ryan.
And what's your sin, Ryan?
Sold bad mortgages, sold good coke,
cheated on my taxes,
cheated on my wife.
Both of them. So, you know...
Nothing that bad.
What's your story, lollipop?
It was my husband's fault.
Oh, come on. Bullshit.
Why... Why am I being punished
for something that he did?
Huh?
If he hadn't fallen asleep,
he wouldn't have rolled over
and suffocated our baby.
(BABY GROANS)
It's not my fault.
No, no. No!
For real, you don't think he's
trying to tell us something?
Look, there are two perfectly
good doors right here.
Right, so we'll go through the door
that leads exactly he wants us to go?
No, Mitch is right. No, thanks.
Back the fuck up. I
don't think this is...
Man, get that shit out of my face.
(GROANS) (BUZZER SOUNDS)
(GASPING)
(RYAN SCREAMS)
Oh, my God!
Help me! Help. Please.
Ah! What the fuck?
There's wires, there's something...
(RYAN STAMMERING)
(WHIMPERING)
Help, help.
(RYAN GROANS)
Anna? Do you see?
ANNA: There's 100 wires wrapped around
his leg, and around some pulleys.
Okay, there's, uh... There's
some kind of handle.
Guys, there's a tape.
(TRAP POWERING UP)
(SCREAMING)
It's tighter! It just got tighter!
Okay... Oh, God!
(RYAN SCREAMS) God! Oh!
Okay, how do we get the tape?
(WHIMPERING)
Yeah, careful. Hey, go slow.
RYAN: Okay, okay.
ANNA: Really slow.
Careful. Careful.
RYAN: Please, be careful.
Oh, God.
(GROANING)
Careful, careful, careful.
(SCREAMING)
Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, my God!
You guys aren't helping!
Grab the tape! Grab the tape!
No way, man.
No, you gotta fucking
grab the tape.
I saved your fucking life,
Mitch! Grab the tape!
RYAN: Please. Just do it!
RYAN: Please, yeah. Yeah, come on.
Come on. Come on, man.
Oh, my God.
You almost got it?
You got it, you got
it. I'm trying, dude.
RYAN: All good, all
good. You got it?
Oh, God, oh, good.
You got it? (SOBBING)
Play the tape, Mitch.
Play the tape.
Here, you play the tape, man.
(WHINES)
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) There
are no shortcuts in life.
Please forgive the
rather crude example
I will make of your decision
to not follow the rules.
Pull the handle and
you will be set free.
What does he mean "set free"?
Good luck, lollipop.
(SOBBING) Oh, God.
Hey, prelim report on Buckethead.
It says the particles found
on the body are animal feces.
Cow, chicken, pig.
They also found traces
of Aujeszky's disease.
It's a virus. Aujeszky's disease?
Mostly known because,
when swine get it, farmers have
to wipe out the entire sounder.
I'm impressed.
(DOOR OPENS) Keep digging.
Dr. Nelson? Maybe I can track
the virus to a location.
Another one, possible jumper.
(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
ON POLICE RADIO)
Any identification on the victim?
No. Looks like the same killer.
This was on the body.
No link so far to any
of our suspects.
Is it Kramer? Do you know?
Is this crime related to Jigsaw?
Think it's any coincidence that Edgar
Munsen happens to be a guest here?
I think it's highly unlikely
he woke up from a coma,
climbed on a roof, and
threw a girl off.
But I did check with the
ICU. He's still there.
Looks like acid.
There's a depletion of
adenosinetriphosphate
in the muscles fibers.
Rigor mortis.
Clearly, she didn't
die from the fall.
It's hydrofluoric acid.
Look, here. This is
the injection point.
The vein carried it all the way
to the heart, where it's singed.
How do you know it was
hydrofluoric acid?
Saw a lot of it in Fallujah.
Never injected, though.
A puzzle piece.
Jig-fucking-saw!
What's Logan's deal? What
happened in Fallujah?
Uh, he, uh...
Oh. He got captured.
Um, but not before taking
out three Taliban.
Uh, what I heard, they
tortured the shit out of him.
He spent months in the VA
hospital when he got back.
You think he snapped?
Come on, man, you're talking
about a brother, here.
I got a brother. He's
a fucking asshole.
What do you think about
his second, Eleanor?
She's got a great ass, big mouth.
Yeah. Seems to get off
on this sick shit.
RYAN: Motherfucker!
(SOBBING)
(PANTING)
(STRAINING)
What the fuck? Shit.
Oh, fuck.
RYAN: I'm a good person.
I'm a good person, I
don't deserve this.
I confess...
I confess. I con...
I confess that this is fucked up!
(RYAN CRYING)
(RYAN SOBBING)
(MECHANISM CREAKING)
What?
Hey, guys.
Hey, guys!
Somebody turned on the TV.
Hello?
MITCH: Yeah, we got one, too.
What? I'm going to
have to lift you.
We gotta get the remote.
Okay, fine.
MITCH: Got it?
ANNA: Got it!
(MECHANISM CREAKING)
No! No!
No!
In the past, you have all put
your own interests above others,
and then lied to yourselves,
and deceived the world about
your callousness, your larceny,
your criminality.
Now, you will look in the mirror
and you will face
who you really are.
The choices you have made
may cost you your life.
You cannot escape the truth.
There is, however, one
person who can help you.
Ryan.
If he pulls the lever
before you are buried alive,
you will live.
Ryan, free yourself to free them.
Ryan.
MITCH: Ryan?
(BOTH PANTING) (MECHANISM WHIRRING)
(BOTH PANTING)
ANNA: No! No!
What is that?
MITCH: (ON SPEAKER) It's grain!
Ryan, man, we're going
to get buried alive.
ANNA: Ryan!
Ryan!
ANNA: Ryan!
Ryan! Get to the handle!
I can't!
MITCH: Please, Ryan! Ryan!
Hurry, man!
Ryan!
ANNA: You have to do it!
(ANNA SCREAMS)
ANNA: Get to the handle!
Please!
MITCH: Ryan,
pull the fucking handle!
What's your story, sweetheart?
What are you asking, Detective?
You one of those, uh, kinky types?
Why? Like a little pain?
You want to get punished?
(LAUGHS) Too late.
Already got an ex-wife that
tortures me every day.
Probably. Maybe you deserve it.
Where were you the night
Malcolm Neale got murdered?
Home.
Cool. Alone.
Oh. Can you prove that?
Do I need to?
I will.
MELISSA: (ON COMPUTER)
Come home soon, Daddy.
I'm sorry you have to
stay so late again, Judy.
Don't worry about it.
All right, sleep sweet,
Mel. I love you.
Love you, bye. Love you too, Daddy.
Bye.
Logan.
How did you find Eleanor?
My assistant?
Is that all she is?
It's been two years since
Christine passed. It's just...
Yes, but I'm a professional.
I wouldn't blame you.
Uh, Logan, you ever heard
of a website called "Jigsaw Rules"?
HALLORAN: Buried deep online. No.
Took some digging, but it's
a site devoted to Jigsaw.
Half of it's bullshit, posers,
but there's some stuff on there
(CHUCKLES) that is really messed up.
Okay? A lot of sick fucks.
We did a darknet IP trawl.
Got a lot of hits
from your assistant.
She's a regular.
Downloaded some shit
you cannot imagine.
So you're saying that Eleanor
Bonneville is our copycat?
No, that's not what we're saying.
Did you check her alibi?
Uh, she said she was home
the morning that Buckethead was
found hanging in the park.
At 7:00 a.m.? Home
alone? A single woman?
All right, let's rewind.
That does sound suspicious.
How did Eleanor come to you?
She sought out the department
to do her residency.
And after that?
After she finished her residency?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
I mean, three months ago,
she was offered a job
running the show at the
Cleveland city morgue.
Why didn't she take that?
Would you want to
move to Cleveland?
That's the lab. Results are in.
Okay, so this is the
DNA of the blood
scraped from under the fingernails
of the first victim, Malcolm Neale.
KEITH: Yeah, Buckethead.
Can you ID it?
Already did.
This is a blood sample from
a perp taken a decade ago.
You might remember the case.
It's an exact match.
Whose blood is it?
What? John Kramer.
That's impossible.
That's a fact.
The blood under the fingernails
of our first victim
is John Kramer's blood.
The Jigsaw Killer.
Ryan!
MITCH: Help!
ANNA: Help! MITCH: Ryan!
MITCH: Pull the lever!
Ryan!
Uh...
ANNA: Get to the handle! Uh...
Ryan!
MITCH: Help, now! (ANNA SCREAMS)
(GROANING)
ANNA: Ryan!
(ANNA SCREAMS) (WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMS) No!
Go to hell!
MITCH: You gotta help us out, man!
(BOTH PANTING)
Help!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
Ryan!
ANNA: Ryan! MITCH:
Pull the handle, Ryan!
Pull it!
(PANTING)
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
Ryan!
Ryan!
We're gonna die in here! Please!
For the love of God, just pull it!
If we die, you die!
(SCREAMS)
God...
Turn it off. Oh, God...
Ah!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(BLADES WHIRRING) (SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS IN AGONY)
(MITCH COUGHING)
(GASPS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Here's the GPS location
on Ms. Bonneville's cell.
(SIGHS) Great.
Is Jigsaw dead?
Did Kramer die, or
do we have proof?
What do you have to say to
all the panicked citizens
who want answers?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Turned your phone off?
(SIGHS)
And yet here you are, you found me.
You'd make a good detective.
Or maybe I'm just too predictable.
Predictable? No.
Halloran's passing
the blame around.
He's looking at us.
Yeah.
They're watching my house.
Because he thinks
your alibi is shit.
(SIGHS)
You really love that guy, huh?
First year at County, clean case,
a predator by the name
of Alistair Schultz.
Halloran roughed him up
while he was in custody
and the lawyer used
that to get him off.
The very next day, he
kills an 8-year-old girl
who shows up on my table.
The first of many.
Halloran can't help himself,
can't get out of his own way.
So, no, I don't have
much love for the guy.
Well, it's a job, Logan.
You can't make it personal.
When you have a little
girl one day...
(SCOFFS)
Why didn't you tell me about
the job offer in Cleveland?
Yes. Because you would
have told me to take it.
It's complicated. Yes,
you're damn right I would.
We are past complicated.
(SIGHS)
When Buckethead was strung up,
I wasn't at home like
I told the cops.
I was at my, uh...
What studio? Studio.
Like I said, And why
couldn't you tell them that?
it's... It's complicated.
You don't think they're
going to find out about it?
They know about the
Jigsaw fan website,
whatever the fuck
you're doing on that.
They're going to find
out about everything.
El, they think I'm involved.
Show me.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Okay, I should warn you,
because... Oh, Jesus!
Can you turn the lights on?
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(DEVICE BEEPING RAPIDLY)
Eleanor,
what is this?
Hey, a girl's gotta have a hobby.
A hobby? Is that what you call it?
How about a stamp collection?
(SCOFFS) That's a hobby.
(SIGHS)
(TRAP POWERING UP)
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Supposedly, John Kramer
designed this trap
for a game that took place
before all the others.
They found the plans in his lab.
I built it myself.
Got them from some
guy on the Internet.
Rumor is, not only did
John design this,
he built one.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint,
but none of Kramer's victims
died in any device like this.
The wounds don't match the design.
Well, maybe the bodies
were never found.
And maybe it never happened.
Maybe someone's playing
games with you.
What are you doing
with all this stuff?
You need to get rid of it, now.
(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)
(GASPS)
(RYAN SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
HALLORAN: Great work. Now
we've got probable cause.
What? You're not going
to believe this.
The Commissioner wants
to see Jigsaw's remains.
Wants proof he's really dead.
Yeah. What?
Are you serious? Said he wants
to calm the peoples' fears.
Chasing a dead man.
This is election year bullshit.
That is all yours. I'm going
to follow up on these.
Right on.
Halloran.
He's in a fucking coma, how
does he just disappear?
He's still breathing.
(MITCH BREATHING NERVOUSLY)
(PANTING)
What is it?
MITCH: It says my name.
You know what happens if
we don't follow the rules.
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) Hello, Mitch.
You've admitted to selling
a boy a motorcycle.
But you have not told the
entire story, have you?
$600 for a bike that you
listed in excellent condition.
Even though you knew
the brakes were faulty.
You took his 600 bucks
and, in return, you
delivered him to his end.
He was my nephew, and
he never hurt anyone.
The device you see here
has a unique power source.
It's the same engine that graced
the bike you sold my nephew.
However, I assure
you,
MITCH: Fuck.
the brake lever for this
one works perfectly.
Look, you're right,
man!
ANNA: Oh shit.
Avoid the dangers around you,
hit the motorcycle brake
handle and the motor will stop.
JIGSAW: Live or die,
Mitch. Oh, shit.
The choice is yours.
(BIKE ENGINE STARTS)
(MECHANISM WHIRRING)
Shit! No, no, no!
Oh, shit.
Look, I'm sorry! Stop, please!
I'm sorry about your nephew!
Anna, help!
Get the fuck up here!
I don't want to die!
Stop! Stop it!
Stop!
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
Anna, you got to help me!
Hurry up! Hurry, please!
Please help! Hurry! Hurry!
(GRUNTS)
(CRIES) I don't want to
die! I don't want to die!
ANNA: Mitch, pull the brake!
Pull the brake!
ANNA: Oh... Oh, God.
(SCREAMING)
Anna, you did it!
You saved me! (PANTING)
Anna... Anna, get me
out of here, please.
You did it!
Man, you did it!
No, no, no!
(SCREAMING)
(TRAP POWERING DOWN) (PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
HALLORAN: Edgar
Munsen was in a coma.
You got one job!
(CELL PHONE RINGING) One job
to do, you useless mother...
Yeah.
HALLORAN: (ON PHONE)
Nothing.
KEITH: Anything?
Pulled a Houdini. Nobody saw shit.
Just pulling Kramer's
casket out now.
HALLORAN: Reporters?
KEITH: Yup.
Good.
End this nonsense once and for all.
John Kramer is dead and
has been for 10 years.
Enough of this John
Kramer bullshit.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
KEITH: Uh...
You may want to rethink that.
Why? What's going on?
Let's just say you can call off
the hunt for Edgar Munsen.
Oh, come on!
Okay, get a warrant for
Bonneville, I'll see you there.
OFFICER 1: Go, go, go.
Move, move, move. Go!
OFFICER 2: Let's go.
OFFICER 1: Take the
left, two on the right.
(POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
OFFICER 1: Go, go, go, go, go!
OFFICER 3: Clear! OFFICER
OFFICER 2: Clear on the left!
OFFICER 1: Eyes up. OFFICER
OFFICER 2: Watch your left.
You in?
(OFFICERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
HALLORAN: (BREATHING HEAVILY)
Jesus! (GASPS)
Two left.
So, what, Bonneville
just leaves a body
hanging in her studio?
Come on, man. I know.
(SIGHS)
I'm gonna go pick up Logan.
I'll get the girl.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
I'm gonna need you to show
me those wrists, brother.
Look, listen, listen. I
didn't do anything, Keith.
I have photos of you.
Yeah, you and Eleanor in your
warehouse of torture devices.
Yeah, I was there.
Wait, you were there?
I just saw a third body that looks
like it's been through a meat grinder.
All right. Someone is trying
to frame us. All right?
The studio I can explain. I want
you to tell me where Eleanor is.
Do you know where she is or
not? You just have to trust...
Keith, I'll tell you
everything I know.
I know who did this.
And you do, too.
Who found the body
at Eleanor's studio?
Jesus! (GASPS)
He had motive. Halloran.
He wanted Edgar dead.
Who ordered the targeting
If he moves to trigger it, blow
it to shit. of the remote?
Go on.
Yeah, everybody
targeted the trigger,
but did anyone actually see
what Halloran was aiming at?
He had no plan to let Edgar walk.
Do you think your partner
knows that you're with IA?
(SIGHS)
So, I'm right.
Jesus.
You know, I've been onto Halloran
since before all of this started.
IA has him connected to multiple
homicides going back years.
Now these latest Jigsaw murders...
The three bodies we brought you,
we found they're all mixed
up in Halloran's cases.
Bring him in.
Halloran is trying to frame me.
(SCOFFS) Really? I don't even
know what he's got against me.
You know you called him
out for screwing up
slam-dunk cases.
You said he was a moron
in the press. Twice.
No, I said he was an
impulsive asshole...
Twice.
You blame him for what happened
to Christine, don't you?
Look, I don't know how to
prove Halloran's the copycat.
It's Halloran. It's him.
Let me help you build your case.
Let me get you proof.
Let me open up Edgar Munsen.
We match that slug
to Halloran's gun.
(GROANS)
What kind of firearm do you use?
Glock 22.
Most cops do. Except
Halloran. He's got a 17.
9x19 Parabellum. That's a Glock 17.
(SIGHS) Okay.
I'll take you home. You stay
there until I call you.
I'll get Halloran.
El, where the hell are you?
Call me, it's urgent.
(GASPS)
Jesus!
El!
I've been trying to call you.
No, no, no. It's okay. I don't
know how that body got...
They don't think it's you or me.
They have their sights
set on Halloran.
I found it.
I think I know where the
game is being played.
I found the farm.
No! That's great, let's
call a detective.
Halloran's behind this.
We can't trust the cops.
What? You want to see
this game for yourself.
You get off on this shit?
Logan, this is a chance
for us to save lives.
So, we're going take on a
serial killer with what?
Our cunning intellects?
And this.
RYAN: Anna!
Don't leave me!
Anna?
(ANNA STRUGGLING)
Anna, I'm bleeding out, Anna.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Motherfucker!
(GRUNTS)
RYAN: Anna!
Okay...
Anna!
Don't leave me, please!
(SCREAMS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(PANTING)
(GASPS) (GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(ANNA SOBBING)
Hello, Anna.
John?
John Kramer?
What's going on?
You're about to play a game.
Oh, no.
No. What are you doing,
John? What are you doing?
It's a final test.
I already passed your test!
Look at my fucking leg!
That wasn't your test, Ryan.
And that wouldn't
have been necessary
if you'd simply
played by the rules.
But you don't like rules, do you?
(WHINES)
(SOBBING)
You want me to show mercy?
You, who hasn't taken
even a single step
toward confessing.
You, who is responsible
not for one death,
but for three?
Your life of reckless deceit
started in high school.
And only grew worse.
Sit down! Sit the fuck down!
Get the fuck off me!
(BOTH SHOUTING)
JOHN: You lied to the authorities
multiple times, Ryan,
pinning the blame
solely on the driver,
your deceased best friend.
Do you know what you did
to his family? Hmm?
And you've only gotten
worse over the years.
I did it.
Okay, I fucking did it.
I did it, but it was so long ago.
I want to live.
I want to live.
As do I, Ryan.
As do we all.
But things happen.
Were it not for a careless mistake
by a resident at the
hospital I was in,
my cancer could have been
diagnosed a lot sooner.
It was simply the wrong
name on an X-ray.
Would've saved me a
whole lot of hardship.
And you, Anna?
I didn't do anything, John.
You know me.
Please don't do this to me.
We were neighbors, Anna and I.
My first chemo sessions were very
difficult, to say the least.
Anna and her husband,
Matthew, were so kind,
so supportive.
I thank you for that.
Why are you doing this to me?
JOHN: Those were better days
for you, weren't they, Anna?
But your poor husband, Matthew...
I know the two of you
didn't always get along.
But to have to endure that tragedy,
the death of a child, that's, uh...
One of life's greatest
burdens, isn't it?
If only he hadn't fallen
asleep that night,
then he wouldn't have
rolled over and, uh,
suffocated your baby.
That is what happened, right, Anna?
(CRYING)
Shut up!
ANNA: Shut up!
Shut up. Shut up!
(BABY SCREECHING)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
I mean, it's horrible.
How horrible,
to have to live with such a thing.
(WHIMPERS)
It could make a person
go mad, couldn't it?
What are you going to do to us?
(CHUCKLES)
Me?
I'm not going to do anything.
You have to simply
assume responsibility.
For who you are.
ELEANOR: This is it.
LOGAN: How do you know this is it?
ELEANOR: Tuck's Pig Farm.
It was shut down due to an
outbreak of Aujeszky's disease.
Buckethead's sample. The pig virus.
This farm was in
Jill Tuck's family.
Jigsaw's wife.
Still is.
Although the place was
shuttered years ago.
LOGAN: Well, it looks
like somebody's here.
You sure you want to do this?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Halloran, it's Hunt. Call me back.
(POLICE RADIO BEEPS)
We're at Halloran's
house, but he's not here.
Searching. You got
a location on him?
Sir?
Okay, we need to bring him in. Now!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(RATTLING)
ELEANOR: Check this out.
That's a lot of blood.
What's to bet this is where
Buckethead was decapitated.
Jigsaw is dead. It's Jigsaw.
Is he?
(CLANGING)
(GASPS)
Please...
I'll do anything you want,
John, just please let me go.
Please.
Did you know that pigs are
highly compassionate animals?
They show distress if they
see any other animal,
including humans, suffering.
ANNA: What about you, John?
Where is your compassion?
We all have a thumb
on the scale, Anna.
For good or for evil.
You've been weighing in on
the wrong side of the scale.
Both of you.
Now, if you want to
achieve your freedom,
you have to learn.
You have to realize that you've
been doing it backwards.
So...
I'm gonna give you an opportunity
to turn it all around.
(GUN COCKING)
Here's your key to freedom.
(PANTING)
It's all up to you.
Now, the game's simple.
The best ones are.
You have one shotgun.
You have one shell.
Like I said, it's up to you.
How can you say Jigsaw isn't dead?
He's dead.
Autopsy was performed on his
body and he has his own grave.
He's not.
Jigsaw lives forever
through the work of his followers.
You.
You've been obsessed with
John Kramer from the start.
The website.
The traps you built.
Lots of people are
fascinated by Kramer.
You know damn well I
didn't kill Buckethead.
Or the other two.
Halloran. Then who did?
You said it yourself.
The bullet matches.
He's connected to all the victims.
He's right behind you. Drop it.
Drop it! Both of you.
It's him. Now!
Go on. It's him!
Come on. Don't. Don't.
All right! Come on!
All right. Don't.
All right, I'm putting it down.
Now it's your turn, sweetheart.
Come on, sweetheart.
Come on.
ELEANOR: No...
Put it down.
HALLORAN: I'll blow his
fucking brains out.
Yeah. El.
That's a good girl.
All right. You got what you...
Run! (GASPS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
He wants us to shoot each other.
He wants me to kill you.
No.
No. No, don't!
No, don't touch that,
you psycho bitch!
No, no! It's the only way!
No. No. No, okay?
No. No, please don't. Because
that's what he wants us to do.
Thumb on the scale.
Okay? Think about it.
No. No, please don't. Okay? Please.
Good or evil. No, no. No.
That's what he said.
No, please don't.
Let's just think about this for
a minute, okay? Just think.
We're supposed to follow the rules,
we have to play by the rules.
My only key to freedom
is to kill you.
(EFFORT GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
Please!
I'm sorry. Please
don't! Please don't!
Please don't, please
don't. I'm sorry.
Backwards...
(STUTTERS) He said we've
got it backwards!
No!
(EXCLAIMS)
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
(STRAINING)
No. No.
No!
No.
No. No.
Here's your key to freedom.
No. No.
No. No.
We could have been free, Anna.
I'm sorry.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
(COUGHING)
(GROANING)
Halloran.
(GROANING) Help! Somebody!
Help!
What the fuck are
these? What the fuck?
These are goddamn laser cutters.
What? What?
Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, what happened?
Where's Eleanor?
Someone came out of
nowhere. Halloran!
Drugged me. Knocked me out.
Yeah, me too.
JIGSAW: (OVER PA) Hello, gentlemen.
You came looking for the game.
Congratulations, you found it.
You are the final two players.
It can't be.
JIGSAW: You may
recognize the device
around your collar, Dr. Nelson.
These laser cutters
slice through tissue,
and bone, like butter.
The most powerful
blade on the planet.
You both have an
opportunity to live.
All you need to do is confess.
JIGSAW: It's that easy. Confess?
If you admit to the reason
that you deserve to die,
you can escape death.
I will be listening.
Make your choice.
How are you alive?
How are you still alive?
The game will select one of you
to begin in 60 seconds.
Unless, of course, someone
chooses to go first.
Let's neither of us touch a button.
We're both gonna be
fucked in a minute.
I'll go first.
Okay.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Wait! No, no, no,
no! (BUZZER SOUNDS)
No! No!
Oh, God. I've done nothing wrong.
No, stop. Stop it!
I'd confess. Stop it!
Okay, okay. Okay, all right! Yeah.
All right, John Kramer! It was me!
It was me! I fucked up! I
messed up your X-rays!
I was... I was careless.
And I am sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I confess.
I confess.
(SCREAMING)
Christine, I'm so sorry, baby.
I should have been there for you,
but I wasn't.
(GURGLING)
JIGSAW: (OVER PA)
Your turn, Detective.
(BUZZER SOUNDS) No! No, no, no!
I won. I won. I won.
What? Huh?
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
Okay.
JIGSAW: Confess.
I did some shitty things.
But the system's broken,
I tried to fix it!
Okay! Okay!
I tampered with evidence.
(STAMMERS) I took bribes.
I put innocent people away.
Murderers and rapists walked.
People died because of me.
Innocent people died
because of me. I did it!
(EXHALES)
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
(EXHALES)
It fucking can't be.
What?
Hey, hey, hey...
(PANTING) Wha... What is this?
What are you...
HALLORAN: What? Are you
fucking kidding me?
Logan, you're... What?
What? Hey! What, you...
You're working with him?
I am him.
What?
And with a little help from you,
no one will ever suspect it.
HALLORAN: (ON RECORDER)
People died because of me.
Innocent people died
because of me. I did it!
I don't understand.
Ten years ago, in this very barn,
a game was played.
Supposedly, John Kramer
designed this for a game
that took place before
all the others.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
The bodies were never found.
LOGAN: I know this because
I was one of the players.
Jigsaw put me in that
game almost 10 years ago.
I mixed up his X-rays.
You need to cut yourself!
(LOGAN SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(PANICKED BREATHING)
(PANTING)
John decided I shouldn't have
to die over an honest mistake.
He gave me a second chance.
So now, 10 years later,
I've recreated Jigsaw's game with
criminals from your failed cases.
What?
LOGAN: I wanted my game to
be identical to Jigsaw's.
So I went through your cases.
Found players just like the
ones in the original game.
I gave them the same choices
that Jigsaw did a decade ago.
Jigsaw put five
people in his game.
I put in three.
You and I are the last two.
I wanted to see if I
was as worthy as him.
As talented.
No...
Come on, Logan.
Come on. Have mercy.
Like you just had mercy on me?
When you started our game
just now? Pushing my button?
Saving yourself.
What?
Fair? That... that's not fair!
Why was Edgar Munsen free?
He was a murderer.
But you were protecting
him because he was
your criminal informant, years ago,
and you let him walk free.
Edgar Munsen killed my wife.
You don't...
You don't know that.
It's never been proven.
(PANTING)
This won't bring your family back.
John Kramer,
gave people a chance
to win the game.
A choice.
Fuck!
You fucker.
You have a choice.
Scream, or don't.
Logan, Logan, Logan. Logan, hey,
look, I can help you. I
can do things for you.
Can you bring my wife back?
Doesn't matter what I say, does it?
LOGAN: I created a game that
appeared to be run by Jigsaw.
JIGSAW: (ON RECORDER) Hello, Edgar.
You're about to play a game.
Five lives are in your hands.
Follow my instructions exactly.
I got to choose who
dies, them or me.
I'm not fucking dying.
What kind of firearm do you use?
Glock 22, most cops do.
Except Halloran, he's got a 17.
9x19 Parabellum. That's a Glock 17.
The blood under the fingernails
of our first victim
is John Kramer's blood.
LOGAN: Some will think it's Jigsaw.
Some will suspect you.
But no one will suspect me.
Okay, we need to bring him in. Now!
LOGAN: Because Eleanor
will provide my alibi.
Oh, yes.
LOGAN: Ten years ago, I came
out of the war a broken man.
Jigsaw put the pieces of my
life back together again.
He gave my life purpose.
(BLUBBERING)
We can never come from
anger or from vengeance.
You taught me that.
But then there will be no justice.
No. But there will.
Because we'll speak for the dead.
LOGAN: Together, we built a legacy.
Now, I speak for the lives
ruined by people like you.
Murderers, rapists...
Their victims appeared on my table
because of you.
No. No.
No...
No...
(GROANS)
I speak for the dead.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Original subtitles by Sud_Arun
Colored and Improved by zer0_