Jigsaw Page #2

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Come on, man!

That's it!

I said that's it, 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!

Come on!

I don't know what the f***

you want me to say, okay?

(STAMMERS) I let

our marriage fall apart.

No, no.

A confession is, "I killed

a hooker in Tulsa,"

or, "I ate

my f***ing neighbor."

Not, "I need

marriage counseling."

RYAN:
Carly?

CARLY:
No.

Nothing I can think of.

Yeah, well, think faster!

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,

but a thief.

Hey!

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.

Okay, check yourself

for marks.

RYAN:
Huh?

ANNA:
If he injected us,

there could be marks.

Bingo.

What are you doing?

It's okay, it's okay.

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?

I won't.

Bullshit, you 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.

Choose, or I'm gonna

stick them all into you!

No!

Yo, man!

Are you

kidding me? Stop!

Just let her look!

Do any of these numbers

mean anything to you?

RYAN:
Choose now!

I'm trying!

$3.55.

What?

What does that mean?

ANNA:
What?

What a life is worth to me.

RYAN:
Oh, f***...

Choose, right now!

Come on, pick!

Pick one! Pick now!

Please!

I can't do it.

RYAN:
Pick one now!

MITCH:

We're all going to die!

RYAN:
Pick now!

MITCH:
Come on.

Choose!

Come on, pick one, Carly!

I'm not gonna

f***ing do it!

No, I'm not going to!

F*** you! I won't do it.

RYAN:
Pick one, now!

Come on, pick!

Pick!

F***! 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)

F***ing a**hole!

Hey! Hey!

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.

You selfish

son of a b*tch.

No, stop!

Both of y'all

need to chill!

What the hell?

A life is worth

$3.55.

What?

That's what she said.

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.

They made him watch.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

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.

Rust, from blades.

Okay.

What about

the voice recording?

Anything off

the flash drive?

The voice was

John Kramer. Matched.

Identical.

Matched?

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, thanks.

No, Mitch is right.

I don't think this is...

Back the f*** up.

Man, get that sh*t

out of my face.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

(RYAN SCREAMS)

Oh, my God!

Help me! Help. Please.

Ah! What the f***?

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!

Oh, God!

Okay...

(RYAN SCREAMS) God! Oh!

Okay, how do we get the tape?

(WHIMPERING)

Hey, go slow.

Yeah, careful.

ANNA:
Really slow.

RYAN:
Okay, okay.

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

f***ing grab the tape.

I saved your

f***ing life, Mitch!

Grab the tape!

Just do it!

RYAN:
Please.

RYAN:
Please, yeah.

Yeah, come on.

Come on.

Come on, man.

Oh, my God.

You almost got it?

I'm trying, dude.

You got it, you got it.

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

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