Saw II Page #3

that f***in' door.

F***.

Sh*t.

Clear the room.

OK.

Let's talk.

Sit down, Eric.

I want to play a game.

The rules are simple.

All you have to do

is sit here and talk to me...

listen to me.

If you do that long enough...

then you will find your son

in a safe and secure state.

We haven't been

properly introduced.

My name's John.

I thought you liked

to be called Jigsaw.

No.

It was the police and the press

who coined the nickname Jigsaw.

I never encouraged

or claimed that.

The Jigsaw piece I cut

from my subjects...

was only ever meant

to be a symbol...

that that subject

was missing something...

a vital piece

of the human puzzle...

the survival instinct.

This is all really,

really interesting, John.

But right now I'd really like

for you to talk to me...

I am talking to you.

You're not listening.

- Don't forget the rules.

- I'm listening to you.

But all I'm hearing is

the same sick f***ing bullshit...

that comes about two seconds

into every interview...

I've ever done

with one of you f***in' people.

Well, that's an interesting approach

to police work, isn't it?

Aren't you supposed to be

convincing me that I'm your friend...

lulling me into

a false sense of security...

so that I'll confide in you?

It's a little hard

to follow the manual...

when you've got my son, John.

The manual?

What do you really want

to do to me right now?

What would you have done

five years ago?

Would you have followed

the manual then?

Would you have broken my jaw

with a flashlight?

You seem to know

a whole lot about me.

I know you were once considered

a fearless police officer.

Do you feel a whole lot safer

now that you only sit behind a desk?

I feel a whole lot of things

right now.

But you feel alive,

that's what you feel.

And that's the point.

Would you...

kindly...

get me a glass of water?

I would very much

appreciate that.

F***!

Well, we've established that

the macho bullshit approach...

isn't opening the door.

- Any other suggestions?

- Look who's talking.

The only door you know how to open

is between your legs.

Why don't you shut the hell up?!

- Why don't you shut the hell up?

- I'm sick of your bullshit!

Hey, hey, hey!

Back the f*** up! Back up!

OK, man. All right.

Nobody takes sh*t from nobody,

we've established that.

- Did you find anything?

- No. Nothing.

So, that ink on your arm...

that's Joliet, right?

Yeah. So?

- I did a stretch there myself.

- Proud of you.

And you, what is your

correctional facility of choice?

What's your point?

My point is, you didn't get that way

by teaching grade school, right?

That makes three of us

that's done time.

I think we should be

concentrating on that tape...

'cause that tape said we have

more in common than we know.

I say the three of us

doing stretches...

Hey! I found a door over here.

I need the flashlight.

Over there.

What the f***?

Oh, sh*t.

Hey!

- Damn, kid.

- Sorry.

"Obi." What the f*** is a Obi?

Ah-bi. It's my name.

Hello, Obi.

I want to play a game.

For years you have burned

those around you...

with your lies, cons,

and deceits.

Now you'll have a chance

to redeem yourself...

for the games you played

with others...

by playing one of mine.

Inside the device in front of you

are two antidotes...

for the poison

coursing through your veins.

One is my gift to you for

helping me kidnap the others.

The second is yours to donate.

However, one of them

will come with a price.

Remember, Obi...

once you are in hell...

only the devil can help you out.

Wait a minute. What does that mean,

"kidnap the others"?

- How would I know?

- Because you put us here.

The car.

It was...

I knew I knew him.

You're the last person I saw

before I woke up here.

You did this.

Are you sure it's him?

You better be sure.

I'm sure.

You would have done the same.

I did what I had to do.

I'll give you a choice.

You got five seconds

to get us out of here.

I don't know the way out.

Bullshit! You put us in here,

you can get us out of here!

No, I can't.

- Then you're a dead man.

- So are you.

It's not gonna...

wait, wait, wait, wait.

Listen to me.

We got two antidotes

at the back of that oven.

- We're wasting time here.

- Wasting time?

Are you kidding me?!

He kidnapped me

in the middle of the night.

We don't even know

what's in those syringes.

You willing to stick yourself

in the arm to find out?

Yeah.

OK, wait. So who gets them?

I mean, there's two...

so which two people

get the antidote?

We'll work that out later!

Right now you goin' in there...

or I'll kill you

where you stand.

Sh*t.

If you're gonna threaten me

with a knife...

you may as well cut me a little.

I guess I'm going in there

to get those needles.

But I get one.

One for me.

Hurry up.

Come on, baby.

You guys can fight

over this one.

Thank you, Obi.

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

The f***in' door closed.

Open the door!

Open the door!

It's locked! I can't open it!

Open the door!

Open the f***in' door!

Not funny!

Come on! Get him out of there!

The door!

The nail!

I can't get it open!

- Get him out of there!

- Not funny!

Use your coat!

Use your f***ing coat!

Come on! He's burnin' up!

Stop it!

- Come on!

- Turn!

Stop it!

- Got to put your weight on it!

- Stop it.

Guys, there's a window

over here.

- He's got the antidote.

- Stop it!

- It's glass or something.

- Hang on, man.

We're gonna get you out.

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Get out of the f***in' way!

Move! Move!

Sh*t! Come on!

The needles!

He's got the f***in' needles!

It's f***in' in there!

I want the f***in' needles!

- I want the f***in' needles!

- Calm down!

- F***!

- Needles are f***in' melted.

They're gone.

He had a choice.

Another one down, Kerry.

How much more time are we gonna

waste on this bastard?

We're not wasting time.

We are doing exactly what we should be.

Not what it looks like to me.

You see, detective,

Darwin's theory of evolution...

and survival of the fittest...

based on his little trip

to the Galapagos...

no longer applies

on this planet.

We have a human race

that doesn't have the edge...

or the will to survive.

What the f*** do you want?!

It's hard to remain calm,

isn't it...

when your son is walking around

on those monitors.

I can't give you

what you want...

if you don't tell me

what the f*** it is.

I told you what it is.

Just remember the rules.

No, you said you wanted to talk.

Then you said

you wanted to play a game.

You're talking,

but it means nothing!

What do you think

the cure for cancer is, Eric?

What?

The cure for cancer. What is it?

I don't know what it is.

But I know it's not killing

and torturing people...

for your own

sick f***ing pleasure.

I've never murdered anyone

in my life.

The decisions are up to them.

Yeah, well, putting a gun

to someone's head...

and forcing them to pull the trigger

is still murder.

Since when is force

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