Jigsaw

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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.

Nothing can stop it.

On the ground!

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 f*** is Halloran?

People are gonna die, man!

Doesn't he know?

All of you, get back.

Halloran!

Edgar!

Edgar, what the f***

are you doing?

You put down that remote.

I can't.

HALLORAN:
What's that for?

The games are

just getting started.

What game?

His games, his rules.

I gotta choose who dies.

Them or me.

Edgar, I don't want

to shoot you, but I will.

Drop the remote.

I got him, should I take it?

No, no, no.

Target the remote.

If he moves

to trigger it,

blow it to sh*t.

Running out of time!

Who else is there?

Edgar!

Tell us what's going on!

HALLORAN:

Who's controlling you?

I'm not f***ing dying.

(ALARM SOUNDS)

(BEEPING)

(POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GURGLES)

Which one of you a**holes

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)

(GROANS) What the hell?

What the f***?

Yo, what the hell?

ANNA:
Oh, sh*t.

RYAN:
Oh, god.

CARLY:
What's going on?

RYAN:
No, no, no...

MITCH:

This can't be happening!

CARLY:

Someone, help me!

No, no, no...

Help!

CARLY:
Somebody

please help me.

Please, help me!

Help! Help!

Please, help me!

Just stay the f*** 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.

F*** you!

JIGSAW:
First,

an offering of blood,

no matter how little,

(CARLY SCREAMING)

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 f***

is going on over here?

ANNA:
No, no, no...

MITCH:
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)

(TRAP POWERING DOWN)

(GASPS)

Cut yourself!

You need to cut yourself!

He wants blood

and then you're free!

Cut yourself,

he wants blood!

Cut yourself!

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

F***!

Come on, come on, come on.

(SCREAMS)

(EXHALES)

Yes! Holy sh*t...

You need to cut yourself!

(SCREAMING)

You need to cut yourself!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

What the...

No...

ANNA:
Cut yourself!

(GRUNTING)

You need to cut yourself!

Cut yourself!

(YELLS)

(SCREAMS)

(SOBBING)

MITCH:

Where the f*** 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.

How long?

Swelling has to

come down first.

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

f***ed 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 1:
Did anyone phone

the police?

MAN 2:
Yeah.

(SCREAMS)

Underhand!

Whoa!

Overhand!

Okay, you got

some heat on it!

(SIREN CHIRPING)

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.

ELEANOR:
Ooh

LOGAN:
Ah.

Hmm.

(HELMET RATTLES)

Hmm.

Someone's

been studying up

on John Kramer.

A copycat?

Hope not.

Kramer's been dead

for 10 years.

Keith!

What's up, Doc?

Hey, man, how you doing?

I'm good.

Good to see you.

You too, man.

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?

Logan was our medic

in Fallujah.

Oh.

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, sh*t.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(TRICYCLE SQUEAKING)

What the f***?

What the f***?

No, that's not creepy at all.

(CACKLING)

No. No!

No, no, no...

Help!

ANNA:
Somebody please help us!

Where is

this sick f***

taking us?

Did anyone see anything?

No, nothing.

I got f***ing 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?

He died!

That's it?

That's all you did?

You sold a kid

a bike he died on?

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