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Help! Someone help me!

Is someone there? Hey!

Sh*t, I'm probably dead.

You're not dead.

Who's that? Who's that?!

There's no point in yelling, I already tried it.

Turn on the lights!

Would if I could.

What the f*** is going on? Where am I?

I don't know yet.

What is that smell?

Shh! Hang on a second, I think I found something.

Holy sh*t!

HELP!!! HELP!!! Help!

No one can hear you.

What the f*** is this?

Calm down, Just calm down.

Are you hurt?

I don't know. Yeah!

What's your name?

My name is Very F***ing Confused!

What's your name? What's going on here?

My name is Lawrence Gordon. I'm a doctor.

I just woke up here. Just like you.

Ah!

Recognize him?

No.

Well, do you have any idea how you got here?

No.

What's the last thing you remember?

Nothing.

I went to bed in my shithole apartment,

and woke up in an actual shithole.

So what about you, huh?

Well, there's... there's not much to tell, really.

I was on my way home from work and uh,

I don't remember anything else.

First dead body I've ever seen.

Look different in real life.

They don't move.

From the looks of these chains,

someone didn't want us

to go very far either.

Can you see any scars?

What?

Huh? This is what they do, man.

They kidnap you and drug you

and before you know it, you're in a bathtub

and your kidneys are on eBay.

No one has taken your kidneys.

How can you tell from way over there?

Because you'd either be in terrible agony,

or you'd be dead by now.

Trust me.

What are you, a surgeon?

Yeah.

So, you gonna tell me your name, or what?

Adam.

Well Adam,

what we need to do

is start thinking about why we're here.

Whoever brought us here

could've killed us by now.

But they didn't.

They must want something from us.

Question is what.

That clock.

What about it?

It's brand new.

So?

So, somebody obviously

wanted us to know the time.

Wait, I think I might be able

to reach that door.

What is that?

Excuse me.

It's a tape.

Where did you find it?

It was in my pocket.

It says "Play me."

Come on, come on, come on...

Throw it over here.

F***.

No?

Use your shirt.

What?

Your shirt.

Come on...

It won't work.

Well, look around,

there must be something else you can use.

There's nothing.

Well there must be something!

Come on. You can do it.

Come on, come on, again.

Rise and shine, Adam.

You're probably wondering where you are.

I'll tell you where you might be.

You might be in the room that you die in.

Up until now,

you simply sat in the shadows,

watching others live out their lives.

What do voyeurs see

when they look into the mirror?

Now, I see you as a strange mix,

of someone angry and yet apathetic.

But mostly just pathetic.

So are you going to watch yourself

die today, Adam?

Or do something about it?

I don't get it.

Throw me the player.

No, you throw me your tape.

Look, we're going to have to work together

if we want to get out of here.

Now, just throw it to me.

I'm not going to risk breaking it!

You throw me your tape!

Dr. Gordon, this is your wake-up call.

Every day of your working life,

you have given people the news

that they are going to die soon.

Now you will be the cause of death.

Your aim in this game is to kill Adam.

You have until six on the clock to do it.

There's a man in the room with you.

When there's that much poison

in your blood, the only thing left to do

is shoot yourself.

There are ways to win this

hidden all around you.

Just remember:

X marks the spot for the treasure.

If you do not kill Adam by 6:00,

then Alison and Diana will die, Dr. Gordon.

And I'll leave you in this room to rot.

Let the game begin.

Give me that. Now.

...then Alison and Diana will die,

Dr. Gordon.

And I will leave you in this room to rot.

Let the game begin.

Give me that. Now.

...then Alison and Diana will die, Dr. Gordon.

And I'll leave you in this room to rot.

Any idea who that is?

Let the game begin.

He knows us.

Wait a minute.

What do you think?

Probably a joke, right?

Shh, shh!

Let the game begin.

Listen...

...Follow your heart.

What the hell does

"Follow your heart" mean?

There! Right next to you, on the toilet.

Come on, come on.

Oh man...

Anything?

No solids.

Take off the lid.

Come on!

I really wish I had checked in there first.

Huh. What is it?

Hey! Mind passing me the other one?

F***! F***!

He doesn't want us

to cut through our chains.

He wants us to cut through our feet.

I think I may know who's done this to us.

What did you say?

It's not someone I know personally.

It's... just someone I know of.

Jesus Christ! Tell me, who is it?

The last I heard...

the police still hadn't caught him.

And the only reason I know that

is because I was a suspect.

I'll start from the beginning.

This one's not fresh anymore.

At least three weeks out.

Victim's a 46-year old male.

Died of massive blood loss.

Mostly through the femoral artery.

He started at the back of the cage

and tunneled his way

through that razor wire so fast

it's amazing he got as far as he did.

Cut himself so deep, we found

traces of stomach acid on the floor.

We also found this.

Hello, Paul.

You are a perfectly healthy, sane,

middle-class male.

Yet last month, you ran a straight razor

across your wrists.

Did you cut yourself

because you truly wanted to die,

or did you just want some attention?

Tonight, you'll show me.

The irony is that if you want to die,

you just have to stay where you are.

But if you want to live,

you'll have to cut yourself again.

Find the path through the razor wire to the door.

But hurry. At 3:
00 that door will lock

and then this room becomes your tomb.

How much blood will you shed

to stay alive, Paul?

The door was on a timer.

It was unlocked until 3:00.

Then it slammed shut.

He was given two hours.

Jigsaw piece.

I think we're gonna be here for a while, Sing.

The newspapers started calling him

the "Jigsaw Killer. "

Actually, technically speaking, he's

not really a murderer.

He never killed anyone.

He finds ways for his victims

to kill themselves.

Hello Mark. If you're so sick,

then why do I have

so many photos of you up and about?

Let's put your so-called illness to the test.

Right now,

there is a slow-acting poison in your veins.

The antidote is in the safe.

The combination to the safe

is written on the wall.

Hurry up and program it in.

But watch your step.

And by the way, that's a flammable substance

smeared on your body,

so I would be careful with that candle,

if I were you...

Help!!!!!

...or all the people

you've burned with your act

just might have their revenge.

I found something else.

Well, two things, actually.

There was someone standing outside here

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