Saw III Page #2

Please.

Please don't do this to me.

I have a family.

I have a family.

Let me give you

the simple version.

You will keep him alive,

whatever it takes.

No excuses.

No equivocations.

No crying.

What do you mean,

keep him alive?

Out there, on those screens,

we have another test subject.

A man.

He will face a series of tests.

You have to keep John alive

until he makes it through.

If he completes all of his tests

and John is still breathing,

then I will remove your collar...

and you're free to go.

You're a vital piece

of my puzzle, Dr. Denlon.

A critical part of what could be

my final test.

Amanda,

it's time to start our game.

Help!

Hello!

Is there anybody out there?

Hello, Jeff.

Over the past few years,

you have become a shell

of your former self...

consumed with hatred

and vengeance.

Vengeance against the drunk driver

who killed your only son.

Vengeance against the killer,

who to your surprise and dismay,

was set free after a hasty trial.

Today, however,

it is you who will be put on trial.

To escape from where you are,

you will have to face a series of tests.

You will have to suffer

to move forward through each of them.

But with each one,

you will also have a chance...

a chance to forgive.

When you complete the tests,

I promise you

you will finally come face to face

with the man responsible

for the loss of your child.

That will be your ultimate test.

Can you forgive him?

You better hurry, though.

In two hours, the doors will lock,

and this place

will become your tomb.

This is what you've

been waiting for, Jeff.

Let the game begin.

Help!

You f***ing killed my son.

Don't you f***in' beg.

Do you know who I am?

I'll f***in' teach you,

you motherf***er.

This is what you f***in' deserve.

Where is it?

What?

Where is it?

How many times?

How many times

do I have to tell you

before you get it in your head?

I just wanted

to sleep with something.

No. No. You just-- nothin'.

You don't... touch things in Dylan's room.

Okay?

I'm sorry, Daddy.

You know I love you, don't you?

What do you think Mommy would say

if she saw us like this?

I'm gonna go get ready for school.

Daddy!

Hello?

Hello?

Hey!

All right, John.

I need you to look at my nose.

Right here.

Look at my nose, please?

Follow my flashlight.

Tell me if you feel any pain, all right?

That hurt?

It's begun.

He's out of the box.

So?

My 20-second analysis

without any medical equipment

is that his brain's herniating.

He needs to go to the hospital

and have an operation

to decompress his brain.

Come here.

- No, really. Come here.

- What?

- Come here.

- No.

- Let me ask you something.

- Oh, God!

Did I bring John to you...

or did I bring your self-centered ass to him?

You better start

f***in' paying attention.

No one's going to any hospital.

I can't perform miracles.

You're-- You're giving him painkillers.

For a tumor like this,

he needs steroids, Prednisone.

Oh, good. Yeah.

Maybe we could try

some corticoid steroids,

you know,

like Dexamethasone.

Why don't you f***in' tell me something

that I don't know,

you stupid c*nt?

The only place that he can get

those drugs is in a hospital.

Or else he's gonna die.

You are not a good listener.

I think you missed the part

that if he dies...

you die.

You're asking me

to do the impossible.

I'm not asking you. He is.

He chose you.

- Not me.

- Amanda!

Our doctor can't do

what's being asked of her

if you're threatening her.

The rules of our game

have been made very clear.

You need to abide by those rules.

Sorry.

Amanda!

Amanda, I need your help!

Amanda, he needs oxygen!

Oxygen, Amanda!

Put the mask on his face.

Okay, now hold him down.

Tip his head to the side.

You got it?

What are you doing?

Ativan!

Do you have Ativan?

No!

Back off! Back off!

Back off! Back off!

Stay with me, John.

You're almost through this.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

We're almost done with this.

Was that enough for you?

Are you ready to go

to the hospital now?

He needs to have an operation.

- Okay.

- Okay.

But we do it here.

- We do it here.

- What?

What do you need?

I need anesthetic

for a procedure like this.

Anesthetic.

What else?

Even with an anesthetic--

Anesthetic!

What else?

A power drill.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Please, please.

Let me go.

Please. Why... Why are you

doing this to me?

Don't... Don't kill me.

Okay? Please!

Wait. The key. Key.

Key. Okay.

Come on.

F***!

F***!

Please. I'm so cold.

I can't feel my arms.

Welcome to your first test, Jeff.

For the past three years,

you've cursed the name

of all those you thought

were responsible

for the death of your son.

You fantasize those accountable will pay.

Well, you will find a woman in front of you

chained in place.

This will prevent her from running...

much like she did

on the day your son was hit.

Her name is Danica Scott.

She was the only witness present

at the scene

of your son's untimely demise.

If not for her own self-absorption

and cowardice,

she could have brought

your son's killer to justice.

Now it is you who has a chance

to bring her to justice.

You alone can grant her the gift of life

before she freezes to death.

Behind the pipes

on the back wall

you will find the key that

will free her and bring you

one step closer to the man

responsible for the loss

of your child.

Will you claim the key

to save only yourself?

Help me!

Or can you find it within you

to save another?

Make your choice.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything to you!

That's exactly it.

You didn't do anything.

I'm f***ing... dying.

He died!

In my arms.

My eight-year-old son

died in my arms.

I made a m-m-mistake.

I'm so sorry.

I'm human.

I'm human,

just like your son was. Okay?

Look at me.

I said, look at me.

Look...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

It's so cold.

Oh, God!

Amanda, if you really care about John,

you won't let me do this to him.

You're a smart woman,

and you know what's right for him.

I'm sorry.

I know it's hard to concentrate

when you're surrounded by so many things

you could kill me with,

like this ax I saw you lookin' at.

Take it.

Please, it's yours.

Come on.

I'd go for the neck,

but I'm not the brain surgeon.

Just do it quietly

so John doesn't hear me die.

Otherwise he's likely

to get upset,

rip off his heart rate monitor.

Boom.

Then you just have to

find the sensor and disarm it

so you can walk more

than 30 feet out that door

without the collar detonating.

Or you could try and take

the collar off yourself.

But that could be tricky.

The slightest knock

in the wrong place could trigger it.

I should know.

I built it.

So, do you have

everything you need?

I have the instruments

to cut someone open.

I don't have the tools

to save a life.

You'd be surprised

what tools can save a life.

Hello, Amanda.

You don't know me, but...

I know you.

I want to play a game.

There is only one key

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