Saw II Page #4

a problem for you?

Why are you so desperate

to get your son back?

'Cause he's my son.

What's the last thing you said to him

before you left him?

Well, then go!

Seems to me that the knowledge

of your son's impending death...

is causing you to act.

Why is that we're

only willing to do that...

when a life is at stake?

I've always loved my son.

That's never changed.

No, no. It's changed now.

You see, the knowledge of death

changes everything.

If I were to tell you the exact date

and time of your own death...

it would shatter

your world completely.

I know.

Can you imagine

what it feels like...

to have someone sit you down...

John Kramer?

...and tell you

that you're dying?

The gravity of that, hmm?

That the clock's ticking for you.

In a split second,

your world is cracked open.

You look at things differently,

you smell things differently.

You savor everything,

be it a glass of water...

or a walk in the park.

The clock is ticking, John.

But most people have the luxury

of not knowing...

when that clock's gonna go off.

And the irony of it is

that that keeps them...

from really living their life.

It keeps them drinking

that glass of water...

but never really tasting it.

You can still fix this, John.

Yeah, but can we fix you?

Me?

I'm not fixable.

I've got cancer.

You're using cancer as an excuse

for what you do?

No.

The cancer isn't

what started me in my work.

It was the moment that

I decided to end my life...

that started me in my work...

and brought meaning to it.

I had literally

driven myself to suicide...

and I had failed.

My body had not been strong enough

to repel cancer cells...

yet I had lived through

a plunge off a cliff.

But to my amazement,

I was alive.

And I was determined to spend

the rest of my days...

testing the fabric

of human nature.

Do you understand, Eric?

You got a chance to do something.

Do it right now, John.

Just tell me where my son is.

- I'll help you.

- I don't need your help...

and I can tell

you still don't understand.

Those that don't appreciate life

do not deserve life.

My son appreciates his life.

But do you appreciate yours?

Do you appreciate your son's?

Oh, what is this sh*t?!

Don't forget the rules...

if you want to find your son.

Where are you?

No. No, we don't have

15 minutes.

We need that location

to the video feed.

Hey. I don't think

we should stop, OK?

Hello? Can you hear me?

It's the second time

I've had to wake up...

in this sh*t hole.

You think you can stand up?

Yeah. But I don't

really want to.

There's so much left to do.

So many people left to talk to.

This can't be it.

It's not.

Amanda, you said

you survived this, right?

I what?

This guy...

whoever's doing it...

you said that you've played before,

and you survived.

Yeah.

So that means we could survive.

Yeah.

Amanda, why did he pick you?

Because I was a f***in' junkie.

And the funny thing is...

I passed the little test.

If you passed his test,

then why are you back here?

I wasn't being very good

to myself.

How long have you...

I started in jail.

- What were you arrested for?

- Possession.

But, I thought you said that...

Maybe you should talk

to the cop who arrested me.

I'm guessing you've never

been arrested before.

No. I mean, I've been in trouble

a few times, you know?

In and out of stuff.

My dad's a...

He's a real hard-ass.

He's probably got half the city

right now looking for me...

just so he can kick my ass

for disappearing on him.

Yeah. Probably.

We found a door. Come on.

Come on. We have to go.

It's the only one

without a lock...

but we can't get it open.

- How's it going?

- It's stuck on something.

Oh, sh*t.

Here, let me try. Move, move!

- Come on.

- Take it easy. Jeez!

Back up, all right?

If it's stuck, it's a trap.

Lady, this whole house

is a trap.

Obviously someone didn't want us

to get in this room.

- Now what?

- I'm gonna be right back, OK?

Whatever we do, we got

three minutes to get it done.

Hello, Xavier.

I want to play a game.

The game I want to play

is very similar...

to the one that you've

been playing as a drug dealer.

A game of offering hope

to the desperate...

for a price.

I think we can agree that

your situation is desperate...

so I offer you hope.

The price you pay...

is that you must crawl

into the same pit of squalor...

your force your customers into.

By entering this room,

a timer has been started.

When the timer expires...

the door in front of you

will be locked forever.

- Guys... guys.

- What?

...before the timer runs out.

Can you unlock it...

and retrieve the antidote inside?

I will give you just one hint

as to where that key is

It will be like finding

a needle in a haystack.

Let the game begin.

Somebody's going in there.

Somebody is f***in'

going in there, man.

No! No! No!

- Oh, sh*t.

- What did you do?

What have you done?

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

Sh*t!

My God.

Come on! We don't have time!

Oh, sh*t.

What the f***'s wrong with you?

What are you doing?

- You're out of your f***in' mind.

- Hurry up.

Oh, sh*t!

Come on!

We don't have time.

Keep f***in' looking.

- Come on! Come on!

- F*** you!

Oh, God!

Someone's gotta help her.

What the f***, guys?!

No. No. No. No.

No. God, no!

Come on.

No! No! No!

F***in' b*tch!

All right. That's enough.

That's not nearly enough, man.

Stop this bullshit!

Did you hear that tape?

He knows about us.

Our names.

There is something

that we're not seeing.

Jail.

You said you three

had been there.

Make it four.

For what?

Doesn't matter.

Anybody else want to own up?

What about you? You got juvie

written all over you.

No, never been.

All right. Let's talk this out.

No. No more talking.

The only thing you people

have in common...

is holding me back.

I'm gone.

Where is this goddamn tech team?

They'll be here any second.

I'm not listening to this anymore.

Another second is too f***in' long.

Look, I know how

this guy works, OK?

He's playing a game.

Eric just needs to stay in it

a little bit longer.

Take a look at the clock.

You need to start thinking

outside the box...

or his son

is gonna end up in one.

His work.

You want to get to him,

that's how you do it.

He's relishing this.

It's an opportunity to be heard,

to be studied.

Threaten to destroy his work.

How will you get your conviction

without all this evidence, Eric?

I don't need this sh*t

to convict you.

So go ahead. Destroy it.

- I will.

- Destroy it all.

Just know it will not

save your son if you do.

You kill my son, I kill you.

Go ahead. Why wait?

We both know

the sort of person you are.

- Sir...

- Get out of here.

The sort of person who guns down

an unarmed suspect.

In fact, the sort of person

who plants evidence...

in order to obtain a conviction.

The sort of person

whose wife leaves him...

- and whose son hates him.

- Shut the f*** up!

He set up all the traces

to the satellite.

Let's go.

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