Saw V Page #2

react to the situation,

your life-long instincts

will tell you to do one thing,

but I implore you to do the opposite.

Let the games begin.

Somebody has to die.

No, no, it says don't

listen to your instincts.

- That means don't go for the keys.

- Are you f***ing nuts?

How are we supposed to live

if we don't go for the keys?

Maybe it's testing our endurance.

We've got to move back.

That timer is connected to those jars.

No, it didn't say

anything about those jars.

It could be nothing.

They're a nail-bomb.

Home-made. Probably C4.

How the f*** do you know that?

She's a fire inspector.

She's seen all kinds of demented sh*t.

How do you know me?

Hey, man, she's asking you a question.

How do you know her?

How do you know her?!

- Answer me!

- Look, let's just keep our cool.

- Maybe we can figure this out.

- We're all here for a reason.

We're all connected.

That's what the message said.

- What did you do?

- You go first.

It, it, it said we were all

born with advantages, right?

Who was born with money?

- I'm not.

- And neither have I.

Nice f***ing try, Nancy Drew.

Well, then what does it mean?

We all did something wrong with the

advantage we were given from birth.

That doesn't have to mean money.

What are you not telling us?

Huh? You know about her.

What do you know about the rest of us?

- Would you f***ing talk to me?!

- Relax.

- I am f***ing relaxed!

- It's a game, tweeker! Get it?

The less you know about me, the better.

The reason why you f***ed

up your charmed existence

is pretty obvious to

everyone, isn't it?

F*** you.

F*** you!

Been playing with matches again,

have we?

F*** all of you!

You f***ing queer!?

Not yet!

Unless you wanna be shredded

when those nail-bombs go off,

I suggest we move on.

What are you doing?

Being smart.

Special Agent Strahm's office.

This is Detective Hoffman.

Is Agent Strahm available?

He is not, but I can connect you

to Special Agent Erickson.

- He's handling all enquiries.

- Please.

You have reached the voicemail

box of Special Agent Erickson.

Please leave a message.

Yeah, this is Detective Hoffman.

I needed to discuss

something with Agent Strahm,

but I can't seem to track him down.

Could you give me a call?

It would be greatly appreciated.

There you are.

Peter.

- Cowan, take it to Alistair.

- Right away sir.

What do you do here?

Just grabbing some stuff from the office.

I'm taking your advice.

Taking some time-off, huh?

Yeah, well I have to heal up, you know?

You know, I'll keep in touch.

I'll see you around.

Hoffman, we've got another body.

Looks like another Jigsaw victim.

You interested?

- Yeah.

Typical violent murder convict.

Served five years,

just released last month.

I know him.

His name is Seth Baxter.

My sister's ex-boyfriend.

This is the guy that

murdered your sister?

He was sentenced to 25 years.

They reduced it to 5 on a technicality.

Well, I'd say justice was served.

You killed him.

Made it look like Jigsaw trap.

I got you.

Not yet!

Don't close the door.

It will set off the timer.

- Do you know that for sure?

- Educated guess.

What we need to do is figure out

who everyone is.

Well, we know the dead woman

worked for the fire department.

Not anymore.

She got canned a month ago.

How the f*** do you...

how the f*** do you know that?

You're responsible for this sh...!

You had her f***ing head cut off!

I'm closing the door!

I'm gonna close the f***ing door!

Be quiet!

Please.

What's your story?

I work for the Department

of City Planning.

- Married? Kids?

- No. And no.

Your turn.

You're not gonna tell them about daddy?

My dad is... Richard Gibbs.

You remember the Cougars?

He's been trying to build

a new stadium for years.

Little did he know all he had to do

was to wait for his daughter

to get a job in city planning.

And you?

What about you?

What sort of shady sh*t

have you been up to?

I'm a Senior VP for a real

estate development company.

So you're boring, too.

The Marshford Group.

You know you can't get permit in this

town without going to city planning. Right?

- Right?

- No, you can't.

What about you?

No wife, no kids that I know of, no job.

Trust fund baby, color me surprised.

I'm so f***ing sick of your

self-righteousness, man!

It's your turn.

I'm an investigative

journalist for The Herald.

The Herald?

You work for a gossip rag?

Bite your f***ing tongue.

What the hell are in those jars?

Let's do this f***ing thing

before the bombs go off.

F***!

Hello and welcome to the next lesson.

These walls hold four chambers.

These chambers offer safety.

However, to access them, a key is needed.

but only three of the

keys will fit the locks.

These keys are in the glass jars

hanging from the ceiling.

Move quickly though,

because when the clock ticks down,

the explosives in the corners

of the room will detonate.

With only three points of safety,

which of you will be the odd man out?

Make your choice.

F***!

F*** it's blank.

I need tape.

He is not going anywhere!

Stop it!

Get a clue you f***ing b*tches!

Survival of the fittest!

Blank.

Blank.

Sh*t.

I got it.

Yes!

Better luck next time, rich boy.

Survival of the fittest, my ass.

Wait!

After Seth, you were involved

in every investigation.

When did you first meet Jigsaw?

Stop it, stop it now!

Stop!

Heel! Heel, I say! Don't provoke him!

A**hole! Jesus Christ!

Come on Peewee, come on! Come on Peewee!

Peewee... sh*t.

Do you mind?!

- Going up?

- Yes, thank you.

What floor are you going to?

I think we're both

going to the same place.

You know why you're here, don't you?

They say imitation is the

sincerest form of flattery.

But I find it somewhat distasteful.

To be given credit for

work that's not mine.

Especially inferior work.

Like you, I know what

it's like to lose family.

I know what it's like not to be able

to protect loved ones.

It's a powerless feeling.

I wouldn't do that.

Hair-trigger.

What do you see?

Vengeance can change a person.

Make you into something you never thought

you were capable of being.

But, unlike you,

I've never killed anyone.

I give people a chance.

- You call this a chance?

- We will see.

Our game's just begun.

Our game?

You don't even know me.

Oh,

I know you.

I followed you as you pursued me.

I know you.

I know about your sister.

I know how you cared for her.

I know she was your only family.

Leave me alone!

No!

You sit in bars until closing.

You drink so you can sleep.

You stagger to your car and then you

start it all over again the next day.

And I discovered what

you do for recreation.

You can dispense justice.

You can give people a chance

to value their lives in the same moment.

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