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you'll be on your own

and the subsequent cost to

you will be staggering.

Don't talk to me about money.

I have money.

This is about principle.

You see, Will...

this is my life

we're talking about.

You remember?

What about Jill's life?

How's she gonna be taken care of when you're gone?

You let me worry about Jill.

The type of cancer you have...

is malignant and inoperable.

That rolled off your tongue real smooth.

Even if the treatment works,

the cancer will return eventually,

It's an unwinnable battle.

That was even smoother.

As a matter of fact,

that was downright slick.

You think it's the living that will

have ultimate judgement over you,

because the dead will

have no claim over your soul.

But you may be mistaken.

Hello, William

You have seen the flaws in your policy.

But what you have not seen is the extents

only fools will go to when faced with death.

The lawyer from your firm--

Debbie!

--has 90 seconds to cross this room

or the device attached to her chest

will discharge and pierce her brain.

It's going to be okay!

You're going to be okay!

She will find that the journey across

this room is filled with danger.

In order for her to make it,

you will need to be there for her,

as it is you who ultimately

holds the key to her survival.

When faced with death,

will she have the skills to live?

Let the game begin.

Okay, listen!

What the f*** is this? Get me the f*** out of here!

Listen to me! Debbie! Hey!

Okay, you're gonna get through

this maze as fast as you can.

Go. Go! Now!

Come on! You can make it!

You have to keep moving.

Will, this is madness.

Go... come on,

you can do it to get out of here!

Wait a minute,

I think I can help here.

We must work concomitantly!

We must work concomitantly to succeed!

Are you ready?

Yes!

Go!

Keep moving, do not stop!

Come on! Go! Go! Go!

I can not! It's a f***ing trap!

There is no way out.

It's a f***ing trap.

I can not get out!

No!

No, there is a ladder at the end!

If you get there, I'll be able to help.

Are you ready?

Go!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

You're almost there.

You're almost there.

Go! Go! Go!

Search for a key, there should be a key.

Come on!

What are you waiting for?

It's in you.

What?

It's f***ing inside you!

Sh*t.

Ok.

Or wait... Wait what are you doing?

I can take it!

I can take it!

God, no!

Hello, Pamela.

Well, today, you will experience

the meaning of sacrifice, and you

will see the consequence for those

who unjustly hurt others.

F*** you!

Someone's there.

They're watching us.

Why?

Why would someone do this?

Thanks for coming.

What'd you find?

An abnormality with Strahm's fingerprints

What?

Take a look

See, the human fingerprint leaves an oily residue

Depending on how long it's been

exposed to the elements,

it's highly susceptible to contamination.

So what's the problem?

Well, we found trace amounts of Halomethane R-12.

She means Freon.

Production of R-12 ceased in 1994, so the question is,

was the contaminant we found at the sight already,

or did Strahm bring it to the facility with him?

We controllamo inside the 'edifcio

before it was abandoned.

Did anything come off of the Seth Baxter tape?

Uh, yeah, actually.

We might be onto something.

The tape was in pretty rough shape when

we found it, but we were able to authenticate it.

The voice was intentionally distorted,

but it didn't match John Kramer's.

It's currently being analyzed.

Through what?

Well, we're trying to descramble the tape

to find the original voice.

He's on with the tech now.

You timing something?

Your watch.

Oh, I was before I got your call.

We got it.

This is our smoking gun.

The lab's off-site. Come on.

You're coming, right?

Of course.

Hey! Who's in there?

Mr. Easton, was you?

Ms. Shelby?

Who's in there with you?

We are all here, sir, all 6.

What the hell is going on?

What to see?

Nothing at all, it's dark.

What is that sound?

I don't know, but we're bound to something that turns.

Take us out of here!

Please!

Get us out of here.

Help,

Mr. Easton, help us.

Mr. Easton, please.

Help us get out of here.

Mr. Easton, what is this?

It's a game.

Game?

What the hell are you talking about?

Hello, William.

Before you are six of your most valuable associates.

The ones who find errors on policies.

Their findings result in over two-thirds of all applications

denied or prematurely terminated.

Now you must apply your "analysis" to them

and be able to find their errors.

Six ride the carousel,

but only two can get off.

The decision of which two will survive

falls upon you,

but remember:
the mounted gun will continue

to fire until all six rounds are spent.

And if no decision is made on your part,

all six will perish.

To offer the two reprieves, you must press

both buttons at once in the box before you.

However, in doing so,

you will give a sacrifice of your own.

Two can live. Four will die.

Your decision symbolized

by the blood on your hands.

Wake up!

You've got to get us out of here!

Listen to me!

I am the one who should live.

F***!

Jesus!

Please! Mr. Easton!

Please! Follow policy, Mr. Easton!

Follow the policy! Please!

Do it!

Please!

Follow the policy, Mr. Easton!

Mr. E!

You always said we're only

as strong as the weakest link!

I'm the strongest! You can't let me die!

F*** you!

I'm healthy! I'm healthy!

I have two kids!

You know them well, please, they can't grow up without me!

They need me!

Thank you....thank you...

I don't even know Mr. Easton.

My parents are sick! They need me! I'm all they have!

You f***ing liar! Your parents hate you! They cut you off!

What?! That's not true!

I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!

No she's not! She's lying!

She's f***ing lying! Mr. Easton, she's lying!

No, I'm not!

Please! Please! Push the thing!

Seriously!

I'm pregnant!

She's f***ing lying!

No, no, no!

Oh, please! Forget that!

Mr. Easton! My parents are loaded!

They'll give you whatever you want!

But if you do not see them for years!

Dave!

F*** you!

Christ! Mr. Easton, come on!

Mr. Easton, please.

Okay, listen to me, Mr. Easton!

Mr. Easton! I'm on your side

and I can help you, but you cannot trust this b*tch!

What?!

She is all lies! You cannot believe her! She has

already lied and she's going to continue to do it!

You know it! Trust me!

What about you?!

It's me, Josh.

Help me!

Oh, f***!

Oh well that's it, isn't it?!

It's over!

You motherf***er!

Stop it...

You spineless, p*ssy-whipped

Motherf***er!

That's all it takes, huh?!

A b*tch says one thing and its all over!

You know what, William?!

Your policy... is bullshit!

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