Saw IV Page #4

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No.

Shut up!

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Save as I save.

So what did he do?

Free her and let him die?

This guy didn't have a chance.

He's got rods going through every

major arteries in his body.

You life is in her hands.

Rigg didn't kill this guy.

His wife did.

She identified Officer Rigg.

Said he saved her.

Saved her?

Passed Rigg's judgments.

He got her fixed and

got her freedom back.

Yeah?

Second address?

Ok yeah. That's good.

Good.

But I still need that address.

Text me.

I just found out something very interesting

about the three people in the traps.

They were all represented by a

lawyer named Art Blanc.

He got them all off?

Yeah, but wait it gets better.

He's also Jill Tuck's lawyer.

Look out!

There's a lair.

Where's the lair?

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It doesn't exist.

Jigsaw wanted us to find that place.

Where's the new game being played?

Find that place, we find Rigg.

We got a second address.

There's a co-owner.

Who?

Jill Tuck.

Jill Tuck? Which building?

Here. This building.

Hello, Agent Perez.

And welcome to the world that

you have long studied.

Your partner, Agent Strahm, will soon

take the life of an innocent man.

Heed my warning, Agent Perez.

Your next move is critical.

What is that?

Paramedics!

Help!

Lindsey, stay with us.

Okay. Come on.

????? Come on.

Stay with me, alright.

Hey.

Hey you. Come here.

Hey.

Come on!

Hey.

F***!

Hey!

Listen to me. I'm not the one you

gotta worry about, you understand me.

I'm not the one you gotta worry about.

As a matter of fact, I'd recommend you

stay alive until the f***ing...

...clock counts down.

Here's the good news.

If this other guy passes his tests,

the three of us can go free.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me.

If you don't stay on the block,

your partner gets electrocuted.

Now for my final task.

Here you go.

Live or die.

You make the choice.

You see that, Jill.

That's a federal f***ing indictment.

It's got your name on it. You wanna

put somebody else's name on it?

You start talking to me, okay?

What's with the doll?

What's with the tricycle?

Who were John's business associates

before he went insane?

He wasn't the associate type.

Where the hell is Art Blanc?

Obstruction of justice. Aiding ????

conspirator to murder.

Talk to me!

In 15 minutes, more people are gonna die, Jill.

Police officers.

He's your business partner. He's your friend.

He's the accomplice we have been looking

for and he is your f***ing lawyer.

You see this?

This is my partner's blood.

She's fighting for her life right now

because of your lunatic husband.

What happened between Jigsaw and Art Blanc?

John?

I guess he's not here either.

What the f*** is this place, Jill?

John gave me that.

What?

Hey, you alright?

You're not returning my calls, buddy.

Listen, John.

I'm sorry.

I understand that what happen was a tragedy?

But I gotta tell you.

Listen, John. I gotta tell you.

You know those buildings we're working on.

You take and give my share to Jill.

That's not the way it works, John.

See we're partners.

Your designs will make those buildings special.

We got 40 families ready to move in.

From low-income families.

You can't just walk away.

You're their saviour, John.

Get the f*** out of here.

Who are you talking to like that? That's me.

John.

Do you even listen?

Oh, I heard you John.

Get the f***...

You heard me.

Ok, John.

You take good care of yourself.

You call me when you're feeling well.

He blamed me.

I don't think he could ever forgive me.

His minor time was over.

He was diagnosed with cancer soon after that.

Did you try to contact him again?

I tried.

But a different person crawled

out of the wreckage.

Someone else survived.

I asked you not to come here.

I just wanna talk to you.

John. John.

Look at this.

What is this?

Why do you have this old picture?

What have you done to him?

I told him not to take life for granted.

I want to play a game.

Your life is a lie.

Now, comes your moment of truth.

As a drug user and a hustler, you've played

???? with other people's life.

Today, you play with your own.

F***.

F***!

F***.

It's you.

You did this me.

No.

You did this to yourself.

Your greed took the life of

an innocent child.

Would you give me time to explain, please?

I can't give you time.

No one can.

Time is an illusion.

Look. Look.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I forgive you, Cecil.

I do.

Addiction has ruined your life.

I'm bleeding man.

Please, just let me go.

I could let you go.

But that wouldn't serve you.

I'll tell you what I will do, though.

I'll give you a tool to reclaim your life.

And to discard the vices that

have so corrupted your soul.

I don't have a f***ing soul.

Maybe, you will in the next life, Cecil.

You see things aren't sequential.

Good doesn't lead to good nor bad to bad.

People steal, don't get caught.

Live the good life.

Others lie and cheat. And get elected.

Some people stop to help ?????.

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There's no accounting for it.

How you play the cards you're dealt.

That's all that matters.

Look at me.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

No.

Yeah, I understand.

You're f***ing nuts.

Woah! What the f*** is that?

It's the tool that's gonna save your life.

I wanna play a game.

Your life is a lie, Cecil.

Now comes your moment of truth.

As a drug addict and a thief, you prey on the

kindness of others to fuel your addiction.

Today, we're bringing the ugliness inside

you out into the open.

Now, in order for you to stay alive, you've to match

your face with the ugliness of your soul.

You just lean forward into the

knives with your face.

Press hard enough and you'll release the arm

and the leg restraints that bind you.

Press hard though.

And you'll be free.

You... you sick f***!

F*** you!

Or you can sit idly and

bleed out on the floor.

Live or die, Cecil.

Make your choice.

F*** you!

Help!

You're dead. You're f***ing dead.

F***ing dead!

What's happened to you?

What's happened to me?

Now, you don't come back.

You do it for yourself if you can't do it for me.

I lost him too.

Four walls build a home.

Your son was named after

John's first building, right?

Yes.

Where is it?

Where is it?

What the f*** does that mean?

Better hope he doesn't come

through that door.

Who?! Who's coming through the door?!

Who is it?!

Who's coming through the door?!

F***.

Congratulations, Art.

Who is it?!

Who's coming through the door?!

You're on television.

Who the f*** is it?!

????

Oh sh*t.

Teach me, motherf***er.

I'm standing right here.

Lynn...

What is that?!

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