Jigsaw Page #3

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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.

Aujeszky's disease?

It's a virus.

Mostly known because,

when swine get it,

farmers have to wipe out

the entire sounder.

I'm impressed.

Keep digging.

(DOOR OPENS)

Maybe I can track

the virus to a location.

Dr. Nelson?

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-f***ing-saw!

What's Logan's deal?

What happened

in Fallujah?

Uh, he, uh...

He got captured.

Oh.

Um, but not before

taking out three Taliban.

Uh, what I heard,

they tortured the sh*t

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 f***ing a**hole.

What do you think

about his second, Eleanor?

She's got

a great ass,

big mouth.

Seems to get off

on this sick sh*t.

Yeah.

RYAN:
Motherf***er!

(SOBBING)

(PANTING)

(STRAINING)

Sh*t.

What the f***?

Oh, f***.

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 f***ed up!

(RYAN CRYING)

(RYAN SOBBING)

(MECHANISM CREAKING)

What?

Hey, guys.

Hey, guys!

Somebody turned on the TV.

Hello?

MITCH:
Yeah, we got one, too.

I'm going to

have to lift you.

What?

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?

(MECHANISM WHIRRING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(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!

Get to the handle!

Ryan!

I can't!

Ryan!

MITCH:
Please, Ryan!

Hurry, man!

Ryan!

ANNA:
You have to do it!

(ANNA SCREAMS)

ANNA:
Get to the handle!

MITCH:
Ryan, pull

the f***ing handle!

Please!

What's your story,

sweetheart?

What are

you asking, Detective?

You one of those,

uh, kinky types?

Like a little pain?

Why?

You want to get punished?

(LAUGHS) Too late.

Already got an ex-wife

that tortures me every day.

Maybe you deserve it.

Probably.

Where were you the night

Malcolm Neale got murdered?

Home.

Alone.

Cool.

Oh. Can you prove that?

Do I need to?

MELISSA:
(ON COMPUTER)

Come home soon, Daddy.

I will.

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 too, Daddy.

Love you, bye.

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...

I wouldn't blame you.

Yes, but I'm a professional.

Uh, Logan,

you ever heard

of a website called

"Jigsaw Rules"?

No.

HALLORAN:
Buried deep online.

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.

A lot of sick fucks.

Okay?

We did a darknet IP trawl.

Got a lot of hits

from your assistant.

She's a regular.

Downloaded some sh*t

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?

That does sound suspicious.

All right, let's rewind.

How did Eleanor come to you?

She sought out

the department

to do her residency.

And after that?

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

After she finished

her residency?

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?

John Kramer.

What?

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!

MITCH:
Ryan!

ANNA:
Help!

MITCH:
Pull the lever!

Ryan!

Uh...

Uh...

ANNA:
Get to the handle!

Ryan!

(ANNA SCREAMS)

MITCH:
Help, now!

(GROANING)

ANNA:
Ryan!

(WHIMPERS)

(ANNA SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS) No!

Go to hell!

MITCH:

You gotta help us out, man!

(BOTH PANTING)

Help!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Oh, f***. Oh, f***.

Ryan!

MITCH:
Pull the handle, Ryan!

ANNA:
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)

(SCREAMS)

(BLADES WHIRRING)

(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 sh*t.

(SIGHS)

You really love

that guy, huh?

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