Jigsaw Page #5

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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.

I don't know

how that body got...

No, no, no. It's okay.

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.

That's great,

let's call a detective.

No!

Halloran's behind this.

We can't trust the cops.

What? You want to see

this game for yourself.

You get off on this sh*t?

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)

Motherf***er!

(GRUNTS)

RYAN:
Anna!

Okay...

Anna!

Don't leave me, please!

(SCREAMS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(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

f***ing 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 f*** down!

Get the f*** 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 f***ing 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.

You got a location on him?

Searching.

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.

It's Jigsaw.

Jigsaw is dead.

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.

Then who did?

Halloran.

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.

Now!

It's him.

It's him!

Go on.

Don't. Don't.

Come on.

Come on!

All right!

Don't.

All right.

All right,

I'm putting it down.

Now it's your turn,

sweetheart.

Come on, sweetheart.

ELEANOR:
No...

Come on.

Put it down.

HALLORAN:
I'll blow his

f***ing brains out.

El.

Yeah.

That's a good girl.

All right.

You got what you...

(GASPS)

Run!

(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 b*tch!

It's the only way!

No, no!

No. No. No, okay?

No. No, please don't.

Because that's what

he wants us to do.

Okay? Think about it.

Thumb on the scale.

No. No, please don't.

Okay? Please.

No, no. No.

Good or evil.

No, please don't.

That's what he said.

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!

Please don't! Please don't!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please don't, please don't.

Backwards...

(STUTTERS)

He said we've

got it backwards!

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