No fucking way.
Fuck that. I'm gonna take him.
What the fuck? Shit!
Awake already, Jeff?
I need more powerful tranquilizers next time. Don't cry.
I've given your life a purpose.
You're a test subject for something greater than yourself.
- Freeze! Police. - Hold it right there! Don't move!
Put your fucking hands in the air!
Now you'll make a choice.
In 20 seconds, the life of this man will be ended.
- Shut up and get down here. - Turn it off.
Sing, stop that thing. I'm taking this bastard down.
Move!
- How do you turn it off? - Tell him how to stop it!
- One key will unlock it. - Where is it?
- It's in the box. - Box?
- Which key? - Tell him which key it is.
- Time is running out. - Get down here right now, asshole!
What's more important to you, Officer...
arresting me, or the life of another human being?
Get down on your knees!
- Jesus! - Help me!
Yes, I am sick, Officer.
Tapp, it's none of the keys here!
Sick from the disease eating away at me inside.
Sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings.
Sick of those who scoff at the suffering of others.
I'm sick of all.
No! Tapp. Shit.
I'll be back. Okay?
Freeze! Or I'll shoot.
Got you on your knees.
You're running.
You're running scared because we had you.
I'm going to close this case.
We've closed it. We're right, Sing.
We're going to close this thing.
"X" marks the spot.
We should search this room again.
What are you doing over there?
Excuse me.
Just because I'm stuck in this room with you...
doesn't mean I have to report to you every 10 seconds.
I really don't see the point in us not helping one other.
What do you want me to do? I'm on a leash.
That's exactly why we need to talk. We need to think.
I am thinking.
Then don't keep me in the dark about what you're thinking.
- Turn off the lights. - What?
- Turn them off, now, please! - Why?
Just turn them off for a second.
Jesus! Behind you.
- How come we didn't see that before? - The lights in here hadn't charged it.
It must be glow-in-the-dark paint or something.
- Open it. - It's locked.
The key. The one from my envelope. Where is it?
Where the fuck... Here.
Cell phone. The most beautiful invention on this planet.
Make that second most beautiful invention.
- Give me that. - Are you joking?
You're gonna put something we found in this room in your mouth?
Yes. I'm willing to risk it. Give me that sweet cancer.
I don't care, I really don't. Give me one of those.
The cigarettes are harmless, I promise.
Smoking is only poisonous when it ends in bloodshed.
Think about this: You don't need a gun to kill Adam.
May I please have a cigarette?
I'm trying the police.
Shit.
This was meant to receive calls, not make them.
Wait a minute. This has happened before.
Last night, after I finished at the hospital...
I was walking back to my car.
I thought I was alone, but I'm sure someone else was there.
That thing. It was waiting for me.
- How did you know to turn off the lights? - Who cares? It worked.
- Yeah, but how did you know? - Instinct.
- Instinct? - Yeah.
You know what? You're a terrible liar.
You say that like you know me.
What else aren't you telling me?
Let's see.
On my sixth birthday, my best friend at that time, Scott Tibbs...
stabbed me with a rusty nail. I didn't tell you that.
I didn't tell you my last girlfriend, a feminist vegan punk...
broke up with me because she thought I was too angry.
- I haven't told you that one of my toenails... - Stop it.
- You knew to turn off these lights. - Whatever.
I'm dealing with a juvenile.
- You wanna know? - Yeah.
Here it is.
Oh, God!
Where did you get this?
It was in your wallet, behind the photo of your daughter.
- Why didn't you show me this before? - I couldn't.
I'm sorry.
What are you doing to them, you bastard?
Okay, I got to think now.
Think about this: You don't need a gun to kill Adam.
When there is that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do...
is shoot yourself.
What are you doing?
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
Adam, listen to me. I want you to play along with me on this.
You got that?
So, you still want that cigarette?
Yeah. Sure.
There, I've done it!
I've killed him with the poison, just like you wanted!
Now where is my family? Where are they?
What?
- I just got electrocuted. - What?
- That was our way out. - Did you hear what I said?
Get this thing off me. Get it off!
- Stop acting. - You think I would make that up...
just to mess up your stupid, fucking charade?
All right, that's it!
Damn it!
I remember everything now.
I remember how I got here.
Great!
Is someone there?
I can hear you.
What the...
Who is that? Who's in there?
Come on out! I'll kill you, you motherfucker.
- Who is this? - Daddy?
- Diana? - Daddy, is that you?
Yeah, baby, it's me. I'm here.
I'm scared, Daddy.
Don't worry, honey. Everything's going to be okay.
- Where is Mommy? - She's here with me.
Let me talk to her, sweetie. Okay? Put Mommy on.
The bad man from my room is here.
He has us tied up...
and he has a gun.
What man?
Please come home, Daddy.
Hello?
Diana?
- Larry? - Ali?
Is Adam there?
How do you know?
Ali, what is going on?
Don't believe Adam's lies.
He knows you. He knew all about you before today.
Hello? Ali?
Hello?
God damn you!
If you so much as lay a finger on them, I'll kill you! Do you hear me?
You son of a bitch. I'll kill you!
Are they okay?
My wife, she mentioned your name.
What did she say?
She told me...
not to believe you.
Believe me about what?
She told me you know me.
Who are you?
You know who I am.
Stop the lies. You're a liar!
I need to know the truth!
I'm a liar?
What did you do last night, Lawrence?
Work at a hospital? Saving sick children?
You told me that after you left your house last night, you went to work at a hospital.
That's because it's the truth.
No, it's not. Your wife is right, Larry.
You don't recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot?
I can prove that you didn't go anywhere near a hospital last night.
It's not the first time I've done it either, Larry.
I've been taking pictures of you for a few days now.
Why?
Wanna know what I do? I get paid to take pictures of rich guys like you...
who go to seedy, out-of-the-way motels to fuck their secretaries.
Last night I went to your house. I watched you leave.
I followed you...
all the way to that shitbag hotel.
You've had these with you the whole time?
I found them in there, with the hacksaws.
I don't know how they got there.
Yeah, right. You're so full of it!
Face it, Larry, we're both bullshitters, but my camera isn't.
It doesn't know how to lie. It shows you what's put right in front of it.
Just out of curiosity, what did you do in that motel room?
You got out of there pretty fast.
Why did you deem it necessary to page me when you knew I was at home?
I didn't know if you were gonna make it.
But I gave you a precise time at which to page me.
You can't do that.
It's not like I know the rules for this sort of stuff.
What's wrong, Dr. Gordon?
Look, it was wrong of me to make you come here.
- But I thought we... - Please.
I'm sorry.
- You tell anyone you were here? - No.
Hello?
- It's for you. - For me?
Hello?
I know what you're doing, Doctor.
- I have to go. - What happened?
I got to go.
- Who was it? - Who was what?
The person who paid you to follow me? Who was it?
He calls himself Bob and he gives me the money up front.
$200 a night.
If I knew I was gonna end up here, I would've asked for more.
Does that mean you saw what happened to me?
What I saw was you get into your car. That's it.
I didn't ask your name. I didn't know who you were.
I don't know how I got here, I don't know how you got here.
I just took the shots and went straight home to develop.
Next thing I know, I'm chained to a pipe...
in some pre-historic bathroom...
staring at the guy I've been taking shots of all night.
Clearly, whoever paid you to take pictures of me is the one who put us here.
- Maybe. - What do you mean maybe?
Of course it is. What did he look like?
- He was just a guy. - Was he tall, skinny, obese, what?
I don't take notes about his appearance.
- You must remember something of him. - I can't.
You don't remember a thing about the guy?
- I told you... - For fuck's sake! I give up!
He's a tall, black guy. He's got a scar around his neck, okay?
Tapp!
Det. Tapp.
The guy who paid me to take these photos was not a cop.
No. He was discharged from the police force.
He broke down after his partner was killed. But that didn't stop him from harassing me.
The guy became obsessed.
He convinced himself I must have somehow been involved with the murders...
And you helped him.
You took money from him to invade my privacy.
- How could you do that? - Call it my need to eat.
Right.
You know what? You're not a victim of this game...
- you're a part of it. - Really?
Obviously this cop thinks you're the one behind it all.
I told you, he's not a cop.
- He's a bottom feeder. Just like you. - What are you more pissed off about?
That I took some shots of you...
or that I took shots while you were cheating on your wife?
- I did not cheat on her! - Why do you care what I think anyway?
I don't give a crap if you covered yourself in peanut butter...
and had a 15 hooker gang-bang.
How did I get here?
I had everything in order.
My whole life was in perfect order.
Sweetheart, are you okay?
Mommy just needs you to be really strong right now.
I'm not going to let anybody hurt you. You got that?
That's my good girl.
Hey, was there someone else at your house last night...
- besides your wife and daughter? - No.
Well, there's someone here.
I know him. Zep!
His name is Zep.
He's an orderly in my hospital.
You perverted little psychopath.
I'm gonna take great pleasure in seeing you pay for this!
You bastard! Fuck!
Look.
We're out of time.
- It's okay. - Mommy, help me.
Dr. Gordon's time is up.
Now I gotta do what I've gotta do, and...
I'm afraid it has to be you that tells him he failed.
Is that you, Zep, you bastard! I know it's you, you son of a bitch!
- Larry. - Ali?
You failed.
Hello?
Don't move! Stay on the ground.
Give me the phone.
Give it to me!
- Larry? - Ali!
- Honey, are you all right? - No.
No, we're not... Get down!
Larry, where are you?
I don't know. I'm being held captive in a room somewhere.
What are you talking about?
- I'm so sorry, Ali. - Larry, we need you here.
I'm sorry for everything. It's my fault.
Please forgive me. I've always been happy with you.
Mommy.
Ali!
Mommy, help me.
Freeze!
Oh, no.
What the fuck?
Mrs. Gordon?
Diana?
I'm gonna kill your husband now, Mrs. Gordon.
Lawrence!
Lawrence, get up!
I need you.
Thank God! I thought you were dead.
- He electrocuted me. - I told you.
The same thing happened to me, see? I wasn't lying, see?
Fuck this shit!
I'm gonna kill you, you sick asshole.
No!
Lawrence, calm down.
- There must be a way out of here. - I can't be calm!
My family needs me.
No, God!
Stop it.
Lawrence, please calm down.
There's a way out of here. There's a way out.
No! Oh, my God!
What are you doing?
Lawrence, what are you doing?
What are you...
Oh, my God!
Lawrence, don't! No!
Lawrence, please! I'm begging you.
Lawrence, it's not me who did this to you.
- You have to die. - No, I want to live.
- I'm sorry. - I want to live.
My family...
I've done it!
Now show them to me.
Thank you very much, Officer.
- Larry? - Did you get through to him?
There's still no answer.
It's all right. I've called the police. Everything's okay.
You bastard! I'll fucking kill you.
You fucking bastard! I'll fucking kill you!
You're too late.
- Why? - It's the rules.
You're going to be all right. You're just wounded in the shoulder.
I have to go and get help.
If I don't get help...
I'm going to bleed to death.
Don't leave me. No!
Don't worry, I'll bring someone back. I promise.
Lawrence!
We're going to be okay?
I wouldn't lie to you.
Key.
Key!
Hello, Mr. Hindle...
or as they called you around the hospital: Zep.
I want you to make a choice.
There's a slow-acting poison coursing through your system...
that only I have the antidote for.
Will you murder a mother and her child to save yourself?
Dr. Gordon's time is up.
Mrs. Gordon?
Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules.
- Why? - It's the rules.
Key to that chain is in the bathtub.
He's a very interesting person. His name's John.
He has an inoperable frontal lobe tumor...
Sick from the disease eating away at me inside.
Sounds like our friend Jigsaw.
Sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings.
Looks like our guy likes to book himself front row seats to his sick games.
Hello, Mark.
Dr. Gordon, I want to play a game.
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive.
But not you. Not anymore.
Game over.
Don't!