Saw Vi Page #5

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F***ing bullshit!

Will you listen to me, you son of a b*tch?!

I did everything for you.

Look at me!

When you're killing me, you look at me!

Oh my god...

Right now, you're feeling helpless.

This is the same helplessness

you bestowed onto others.

Right now, you're feeling helpless.

How's it going?

Good.

This is it.

Whoever made this tape had access to

some very impressive audio filtration equipment.

Right now, you're feeling helpless.

Fortunately, we have some tricks of our own, here.

I can turn his algorithm upside-down and let us

hear what he really sounds like.

Let's hear what you got.

Right now, you're feeling helpless.

You okay?

Huh?

You seem a little... preoccupied.

Oh, I'm just anxious about the tape.

Right now, youre feeling helpless.

You know, there are still a couple of things

I can't quite wrap my head around.

Like, I don't understand Strahm's motivation.

He was my partner for 5 years.

I mean,

we all knew he was a bit of a hothead,

but I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior.

You never can really tell what someone's thinking on the inside.

...helpless.

Hear that?

I'm getting there.

Come on. I thought you had something to show us.

It's just I never really

thought of him being vengeful.

You know? I mean,

all the facts are there....

Something doesn't sit right.

Listen. It's getting closer.

You know, there is an alternative.

Let's say that, Strahm killed Seth Baxter specifically

to set you up as an accomplice to Jigsaw.

...Okay.

Well, there's a problem with that, though.

On further analysis of Strahm's fingerprints,

it was found that the uric acid levels

in the eccrine gland residue

were... inconsistent... for an individual with

an active epidural metabolism.

In other words?

In other words, when he left

his fingerprints on the latest victim,

Strahm was already dead!

Right now, you're feeling helpless.

There it is.

Right now, you're feeling helpless.

Who else knows about me?

Who else f***ing knows about me?

Everyone...

You lie.

You're f***ing lying.

Because I found something you'll want to see

It was at the location where John died.

Does it mean anything to you?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to finish this

as soon as possible.

We don't know what will happen.

Do not just sit here doing nothing.

We must make a decision,

Don't you understand?

Ok.

You can pull it.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Departed.

No. I do not know what will happen.

At the three draft.

No. No.

One...

Two...

Three!

What the f***?

This thing's not working!

This thing does not work...

What the f***?

I think I know what it is used.

Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.

You sure about that?

Amanda will fail you.

We'll see.

Amanda, you were with Cecil

the night Jill lost Gideon.

I can't f***ing do... I don't want to get--

What do you mean you don't want to--

Run, you f***ing p*ssy! Go! Go! Go!

Cecil? What're you doing!

You killed their child.

You know it, and I know it.

So do exactly as I say:

kill Lynn Denlon,

or I will tell John what you did.

She doesn't deserve to go free!

Amanda, Lynn is more important than you know.

I did it. I made it. I made it!

I've done it!

If you fail, you will never see your family again.

What are you doing here?

Will!

Pamela.

Yes,

I know it's your birthday, and I'm going to

make it up to you. I promise.

You're really standing up your sister for work?

I'm your only family.

Are you okay?

Let her go!

I made it! I won!

Sh*t, I followed your f***ing rules.

Now let her go.

You son a b*tch.

You've just given me a death sentence,

I mean, who's gonna cover me now?

You just killed me.

You're the man who killed my dad.

Hello, Tara.

My apologies for exposing you

and your son to this kind of treatment,

but I can assure you it is not without reason.

The man before you just made the

sacrifices to save the life of a loved one.

However, when given the opportunity

to save your husband's life,

he chose not to.

Now, you will be given the power

to save a life.

Will you grant this man

the opportunity to continue living,

or will you dispense the same death

sentence he issued your husband?

Live or die.

The choice is yours.

It's not my game.

I'm leaving you a box, today,

and its contents are of grave importance

Ms. Tuck, what's in the box?

Please. Forgive me.

Please!

Have mercy, please!

Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?

John left you 5 envelopes.

The sixth one was for me.

This is John's will.

He had no choice!

He always had a choice!

Please, no.

The only reason I'm doing this is not because

I can't forgive you for what you did to me.

The reason I'm doing this is because

I couldn't forgive myself for

what you might do to someone else.

Please, no.

You'll never kill again.

Please. Please. Please don't.

I can't...

I can't kill him.

But I can.

No, Brent!

You killed my father, you motherf***er!

Now you burn in hell.

Those are the rules, Harold!

You've just given me a death sentence.

So, in a sense...

you choose who lives or dies?

It's policy, John. It's policy.

Who devised that formula?

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.

Game over.

No! No! You f***ing b*tch!

So when's your test, detective?

I don't need one.

Oh, yeah?

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

I want to know if you have

what it takes to survive.

You feel you now have control, don't you?

You think you will walk away untested?

I'm only carrying out John's final requests.

Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?

From now on,

I control all aspects of the game.

That's not what John wanted.

You want a chance?

I'll give you a chance.

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