Help!
- Eddie! - What?
Eddie, wake up!
Don't move! Okay, listen to me.
Whatever you do, don't lean forward.
- What's this? What's going on? - No!
Hello.
I want to play a game.
The devices on your heads are symbolic of the shackles that you place upon others.
You recklessly loan people money knowing their financial limitations.
Counting on repossessing more than they could ever pay back.
You are predators!
But today, you become the prey.
And it is a pound of flesh that I demand.
This is your fault!
The scale before you is your only path to freedom.
However, only one of you may pass...
and the toll is the ultimate sacrifice.
The sacrifice of flesh!
Before you are the instruments to exact this flesh.
Move with haste though, for when the 60 second timer hits zero,
the one who has given the most flesh will release their bindings,
while the gears on your opponent's head will engage, piercing their skull.
Who will offer the most flesh in order to save their life?
The choice is yours!
I will not die because of you, bitch!
I ask you, Special Agent Strahm...
have you learned enough to trust me?
For if you do not, this room will forever be your tomb.
You will never be heard from again.
Your body will never be found.
And my legacy will become yours.
Make your choice.
Hey, babe...
Good, listen, I am so, so sorry.
But I can't make dinner.
I gotta work late again.
Well, I got a meet with legal,
and that's gonna jam me up for, certainly, the rest of the afternoon.
I know it's your birthday.
I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise.
I love you.
- What were we talking about? - We're talking about your deposition.
Don't worry about me, Debbie.
Some small time lawyer trying to squeeze us is not gonna get me to say anything I don't want to say.
I have no doubt about that, but as lead counsel for this company if you screw up, it comes down on my ass, so...
What do you say, we prep your deposition?
Oh, Christ!
Do you remember dealing with a Mr. Harold Abbot?
William, I have a Casey Patterson on Line One.
Take another message, Addy, I'll get back to her this week.
Sometime... Keep going.
When opposing counsel asks about Mr. Abbot, how will you respond?
I'm going to respond by saying,
as Senior Vice-President of Membership and Claims, it is my job to review every terminated policy.
As a matter of fact, Mr. Abbot was sitting right where you are now, when we discussed his appeal.
I just... I don't get it.
I've been with this insurance company for over 10 years.
I know, Harold. But unfortunately, when we reviewed your claim,
we discovered that you failed to mention a previous condition.
What condition? There's no condition.
It says here you had oral surgery to remove a cyst from your jaw.
This is absurd! I have heart disease!
It has nothing to do with some oral surgery, I had 30 years ago!
Any type of oral surgery is going to leave scar tissue.
Scar tissue can lead to gum disease and as you well know, gum disease can cause heart disease.
You know what? You're... You're a criminal.
You are goddamn criminal!
I've paid my monthly premium for 10 years without so much as a cold.
And now that I'm actually sick, you're gonna deny my coverage?
- I have a family! - Those are the rules, Harold!
I'm sorry, but your own actions have caused this.
You've just given me a death sentence.
I mean, who's gonna cover me now?
You just killed me!
I have a family too, so I can empathize with his argument.
But basically, the guy lied on his application.
- Whoa, watch it, Will. - What?
Do you think he did that on purpose?
It wasn't my job to assess what his intentions were, It was my job to check the accuracy of his claim.
Everybody thinks we're the bad guys.
Nobody mentions the millions of people we help every year without incident,
or the millions of dollars we donate to charity every year, or all the free clinics we support.
Short answers, Will. Short answers.
The assets for one of history's most notorious serial killers John Kramer, were distributed.
They were mainly in real estate holdings, but in my time...
One more question, who found the error on his application?
The Dog Pen.
They work as a team.
If there's a discrepancy to be found on an application,
the six of them will find it.
Sir, they're waiting for you in the conference room.
Very good!
- How is it going today, people? - Good morning, Mr. E.
I found two application errors for a client through your client.
This guy practically lives in his doctor's office.
I mean, this could probably be saving us nearly 200k if his life's out.
- Terminator strikes again! - I'll be back in a few hours.
You're looking good, Hank.
Who will offer the most flesh in order to save their life?
The choice is yours!
I will not die because of you, bitch!
Yeah?
I'm on my way.
What's going on?
Feds took over the crime scene and requesting you ASAP.
Erickson!?
I didn't know you ever made it out from behind the desk.
I make exceptions when fingerprints are found at a Jigsaw murder scene.
Have a look.
We also got a right index off the scale.
- Been ID'ed yet? - Yeah.
They're Agent Strahm's.
When I learned he and Perez were being targeted by Jigsaw,
I should have been more aware, but I didn't see this coming.
- Not from Peter Strahm. - It was a shock to all of us.
Yeah, But...
we have something he doesn't know about.
Wanna follow me?
Lindsey.
Detective Hoffman.
Perez?
It was my call, Detective.
I knew that Jigsaw wasn't working alone, but until I knew for certain who was helping him,
I couldn't guarantee her well-being.
So you let me think she was dead?
Well, I didn't know who I could trust.
What else have you been keeping from me?
We know that Agent Strahm knew the five people in the real estate scam.
The victims in the traps that Erickson found.
How do you know?
Strahm and I investigated them after the house fire.
It was arson. All five people were accountable,
but after our lone witness went missing, no charges were ever filed.
Strahm couldn't let them get away so he put them in a trap in which slaughtering each other was the only way out.
So what are you telling me? He's a vigilante?
Call him whatever you like.
But he has to be found.
We would like to work together on this.
You led me to believe that she was dead, and you want to work with me?
Look, we're offering full disclosure, detective.
So from now on, everything we know, you know.
Is that fair?
Detective Hoffman. How about a quick word?
Pamela Jenkins, the resident Jigsaw sensation.
- Just reporting the facts, detective. - Is that what you're doing?
"John Kramer, Conundrums of Carnage."
If you'd like to make a statement on the record, I'd be more than happy to take it.
You're twisting the facts to make a better story.
It's irresponsible.
Excuse me. Nice catching on.
I know more about John Kramer than you might think.
- Somehow I doubt that. - Kramer left his wife a box in his will.
- Did you know that? - Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
- How do you know it? - Probate court.
It's public record for those who know where to look.
All right.
- What do you really want? - Jill Tuck.
Help me get to her, and I will dial down on the sensationalism.
Really?
I'll see what I can do.
You remember, how you were escorted out?
I don't know how I got there.
I just opened my eyes...
He did this to me.
Who did this?
Jigsaw.
You didn't cut your own arm off?
I did. I did.
But he made me do it.
And why is that?
Because what Eddie and I, were doing was wrong.
We were ruining people's lives.
He wanted us to learn.
And did you?
Look at me!
Look at my goddamn arm!
What the fuck am I supposed to learn from this, huh?
Look at my arm!
What? What am I supposed to learn from this?
Look at me!
Hello, Gideon.
Hm, it's good name, huh?
It could have been Scarlett, but it's a boy.
Let me see, if I can get all three of us in there.
- Don't sniggle around here. - I know...
- Here we go! There we're! - Hey!
- Hey, Gideon. - There's our little happy family.
We love you, son. We'll be waiting for you.
If you're watching this Jill,
I'm long gone from this world.
I'm leaving you a box today,
and its contents are of grave importance.
Hello, I'm not in right now. But, please leave a message.
Ms. Tuck, this is Pamela Jenkins calling yet again.
I was hoping, if you can clear few things for me about your husband.
Let me buy you lunch or a cup of coffee.
I found something interesting about John Karmer's death.
Are you there, detective?
By hearing this tape some will assume that this is over.
You feel, you now have control, don't you?
You think you will walk away untested?
Look here.
These are the Jigsaw pieces carved from previous victims.
This is the piece taken from the latest victim.
- It looks like all the rest. - Yeah, that's what we said, too.
The skin abrasions, they're indicative of a knife of a partially serrated edge.
So?
So all the other cuts were made with a near perfect blade of surgical quality.
Obviously, Strahm used a different knife than John Kramer.
Right, but it got us curious, so we pulled the files to compare.
That same knife was used on only one other victim.
That victim was Seth Baxter.
The man who killed your sister.
You're telling me that you can tell a different knife was used from a photo?
No, but I can.
I was the one who examined that body.
I've examined every victim of the Jigsaw Killer.
Good work.
The tape from the latest victim was missing, so we're looking into the Seth Baxter tape.
Why is that?
Well, if a different person cut the piece, then maybe a different person made the tape, too.
- Strahm? - Yeah, maybe.
Strahm's voice on that tape would be our smoking gun.
We have that, we go public with his involvement.
Hi, Jill.
Jane? Jane, it's ok, alright? Relax.
I didn't expect to see you here so soon.
Change of plans.
The game begins tonight.
Why?
Because somebody knows about the box that shouldn't.
- Who? - That's not your concern.
All you need to know is that from now on...
I control all aspects of the game.
That's not what John wanted.
Give me the envelopes. That's not a request.
Here.
Is that all there is?
- Yes. - From now on, I work alone.
I know.
I'm only carrying out John's final request.
Well, John's dead. And his work is almost done.
- Who's this? - Unfinished business.
When I'm done,
we no longer speak.
Methadone is a masking agent.
It doesn't heal, it just simply numbs the senses.
I found a better way.
These people, they will continue to hurt you,
and let you down.
They're addicts, John. Recovery is a process.
Maybe addiction is just a part of human nature.
But what about these people, Jill, who come here every day and use you?
They bide their time.
They're avoiding prison sentences.
They're getting hooked on masking agents. Do you call that recovery?
- It's not that simple. - Addiction is not simple! Jill!
Wake up!
These people have no respect for the lives that they're destroying.
Once you see death up close,
then you know what the value of life is.
And that's my way.
And I brought proof, that works.
- Amanda? - Hello, Jill.
Jill...
you once told me that she was a lost soul.
But here she stands.
She's clean, and whole.
And she has...
- new appreciation for her life. - It works.
It's real. He helped me.
Okay, John.
As this is not just a miscalled conjectures of psychic.
But a foregone conclusion just waiting to rear it's ugly head.
Even though, police would have you believe John Kramer aka Jigsaw is dead.
Just this past week, a new so-called game was discovered with grue silly results.
The victims have included, any one associated with the life of John Kramer, however remote.
The Jigsaw Killer may be dead, but the murders continue.
Fuck!
Hank, are you still here?
Don't fucking move!
Oh... shit!
Okay, okay. I'm gonna take care of you.
Where did you get hit?
- Are you wearing a vest? - Jigsaw!
Hello, William.
Oh, Jezz!
You'd probably been wondering when we would see each other again.
Today is that day!
No!
For years, your probability formula has decided the fate of others.
The healthy have benefited while the potentially sick have been unjustly rejected.
However, this formula does not take into account the human will to live.
When faced with death, who should live versus who will live,
are two entirely separate things.
Today, your policy will be put to the test.
There are four straps around your limbs, and you have four tests you must complete.
For if you don't,
the straps on your arms and legs will detonate.
Look closely.
You have 60 minutes to complete your tests and avoid this fate.
Starting now.
You are not alone in this game.
Just as you have taken loved ones away from their families,
if you don't reach the end before the timer hits zero, you will never see your family again.
Mom? Mom!
Mom! Mom, wake up!
Mom?
Where are we?
I don't know.
- Where is this? - I don't know.
Look.
Oh, my God!
Here is your first test.
Your health and hereditary background puts you in the highest category of success.
However, the same cannot be said for your adversary.
When only 52 years of age, this man has continued to smoke...
even though he has a history of high blood pressure and heart disease.
This demonstrates very less his appreciation of the blessings of his own life.
Your game will focus on a simple element...
of air.
Once this game begins, every time you take a breath,
the clamps around your chest will close in and crush your body.
The only escape is in the other's failure.
So I ask you, when faced with death, who will survive?
No!
Live or die, William.
Make your choice.
- Fuck you! - Who the hell is that?
Hold your breath!
Fuck!
Oh, Jesus!
Come on! Come on!
Shit!
Please help us! Someone help us, please!
Please! Help us!
Somebody, please!
Please, somebody help!
Anybody!
Live! Die! What the fuck?
It's connected to that.
- HF, What does that stand for? - Hydrofluoric acid.
This stuff will burn through human flesh within seconds.
- What do we do? - Pull the lever.
You want live, don't you?
What about the timer? That has to mean something.
I don't know.
I don't even know why we are here.
We are here because of your father.
- Ms. Jenkins? - Please, this will only take a sec.
We can help each other.
What makes you think you can just come to my door like this?
Because I found something you wanna see.
Go on.
Where did you get this?
It was at the location where John died.
Does it mean anything to you?
No.
Goodbye, Ms. Jenkins.
If you think of anything.
I want to thank you for sponsoring this party, William,
and I know how much the clinic appreciates it.
- John Kramer. - William Easton.
Kramer. You're Jill's husband, right?
- I am. - Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Sounds like we're in a similar business, John.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Well, you try to predict people's behavior. So do I.
When people come to us for coverage,
we have to analyze each person for the probability of success.
- How do you do that? - Well, it's a formula.
It's pretty complicated, actually,
but in essence it breaks down to monthly payments, multiplied by lifespan, minus the probability of illness,
and if the sum is positive, we consider coverage.
- Who devised that formula? - Me.
So, in a sense...
you choose who lives or dies?
No, I, uh...
No, I'd say I decide which people have the potential to live long, healthy lives.
But you're not taking into consideration the most important human element of all.
Which is what?
The will to live.
Until a person is faced with death,
it's impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
Fuck that!
Shit!
Hello, William.
Standing on the platforms behind me are two of your colleagues.
One is your file clerk.
A young, healthy male with no living relatives.
The other...
a middle-aged woman with a family history of diabetes.
According to your policy,
your secretary is older and weaker and, therefore, less worthy to survive.
But you know the loss that she will be to her family,
while young Allen will disappear without a blip on the world's radar.
Only one can exit this room, and the choice of whom falls upon you.
You must let go of one to save the life of the other.
As you can see, the choice is not so clear when you're face-to-face with...
the people whose blood will stain your hands.
Let the game begin.
Wait! No! No!
No, wait! I won't do this! I won't do this!
Help me!
It's a business!
My decisions aren't made this way!
No! I'm not gonna do it! I'm not gonna do it!
Stop!
Help me! Please!
I'm so sorry.
Thank you. Thank you!
You try to find a way out of here, Addy.
I have to keep going. Be careful.
What if we put acid on the metal bars, it will eat through the metal, won't it?
But how we get it on the bars, huh?
With your hands?
What are you looking at?
I wonder... the mirror.
What?
Who's behind the glass.
What do you want?
Why are you doing this?
Help me, please! Please help me!
Hello, Pamela.
You've sensationalized my life, twisting the truth, and exploiting my message for your own benefit.
Hoffman.
It's Erickson. We found the Seth Baxter tape.
Yeah?
But there was something else we wanted to discuss with you.
- What's that? - Better to talk about it in person.
- It's, uh, time sensitive. - I'll be right there.
The device Timothy is strapped to is my personal favorite.
I call it The Rack.
Last minute tweaks?
I told you he'd fuck with it.
If you switch the gear ratio,
you have to change the gear grease to match the increased friction.
Maybe you should stick to the heavy lifting.
You need five weights,
fixing the gun.
Check with me next time.
How many next times are there gonna be?
However many there needs to be.
That's a human being.
Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
Let's be honest.
You want him to suffer just as much as I do.
- So when's your test, detective? - I don't need one.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Because I don't take my life for granted.
You're still dragging your knuckles on the ground.
What do you know about life?
Get used to me, because I'm not going anywhere.
You sure about that?
Time is short.
You okay?
Now it's time to go get Dr. Denlon from the hospital.
Okay.
I'll take you back.
Go. I'll be quick.
- Why did you come? - John.
Please, stop.
- Don't do this. - I promise you...
when all this is done.
I will provide a way out for you.
I wish that time was now.
I have something for you.
What's this for?
When the time's right...
you know, what to do.
I came to talk to you, Will, because, uh...
I've found a treatment for my cancer that I think holds a lot of promise.
But my requests for coverage...
- have all been turned down. - Yes.
So I was hoping that if I came and explained it to you, that you might be able to get that overturned for me.
Well, the buck starts here, John. Fire away.
This is a doctor in Norway.
He's got a thirty to forty percent success rate with gene therapy.
He injects what he calls suicide genes into cancerous tumor cells.
Then any inactive form of a toxic drug is administered and it...
Yes, I'm familiar with the therapy you're talking about.
Right. And a new trial's starting.
He's looking for new patients, and he seems to think that I'm the perfect candidate.
John, if your primary physician, Dr. Gordon thought you were a suitable candidate, he would have pursued it.
Dr. Gordon is a specialist, you know? He's making money on his specialty.
He's not a thinker.
I mean, the man has his hand on the doorknob half the time that I'm there.
I'm going to be straight with you.
At your age, and with the development of your cancer,
- it's simply not feasible for your... - Wait, wait, wait.
What's not feasible?
By whose mathematical equation is this not feasible?
It's policy, John.
It's policy.
And if you go outside the system to seek out this treatment, which has been deemed ineffective.
You will be in breach of policy and you'll be dropped from coverage completely.
I'm sorry.
Did you know that in the Far East, people pay their doctors when they're healthy.
When they're sick, they don't have to pay.
So basically, they end up paying for what they want,
not what they don't want.
We've got it all ass-backwards, here.
These politicians, they say the same thing, over and over and over again.
Healthcare decisions should be made by doctors and their patients,
not by the government.
Oh, now I know they're not made by doctors and their patients or the government.
They're made by the fucking insurance companies.
Piranha.
John...
Please, if you do this, then 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 going to 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 some people will go to when faced with death.
- The lawyer from your firm has... - Debbie!
90 seconds to cross this room,
or the device attached to her chest will discharge and pierce her brain.
It's gonna okay! You're gonna 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...
and 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 fuck is this? Open this! - Listen to me! Debbie!
Hey, Debbie!
- Get me the fuck out of here! - You listen to me! Debbie!
Okay, you're gonna get through this maze as fast as you can.
Go! Move now! Go, now!
Come on! You can make it!
You can make it. You gotta keep moving. Go!
- Will, this is madness. - Go!
You can make it! Come on, you can make it!
You gotta keep moving.
Fuck! Fuck!
Wait a minute, I think I can help you out here.
- Please, help! Help! - Debbie, stop it!
Do it again! It worked! It worked!
- Okay. Are you ready? - Yes!
Go!
Keep moving, don't stop!
Keep going! Keep going!
Don't stop!
You gotta keep moving! Debbie, don't stop now!
Keep moving! Go! Go! Go!
I can't! It's a fucking trap! There's no way out.
It's a fucking trap. I can't!
No! No, there's a ladder at the end!
If you can do it, I'll help you.
Ready?
Go!
Come on! Debbie, go!
Come on, move it!
Come on! Come on, you're almost there.
You're almost there.
Go! Go! Go!
Okay, look for a key. There's gotta be a key.
Look for a key!
What?
- What are you waiting for? - This is you!
- What? - It's fucking inside you!
Fuck!
Okay. Okay! I'll do this.
- What? What the fuck are you doing? - I need that fucking key!
Please, no!
I can get it! I can get it!
Oh, 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.
Fuck!
Someone's there.
They're watching us.
Why?
Why would someone do this?
Thanks for coming in.
What did 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 in with him? - Yeah.
We're looking into the building's function before it was abandoned.
Excuse me.
Did anything come from the Seth Baxter tape?
Uh, yeah, actually. We might be on to 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? - We're trying to descramble the tape...
to find the original voice.
He's on with the tech right 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, is that you? - Yeah. Shelby?
Who's in there with you?
We are all here, sir, all 6 of us. What the hell is going on?
What can you see?
No, we can't see anything. It's pitch dark.
What's that sound?
I know, something we're chained to.
- It's spinning! Damn it! - Get us out of here!
Please.
Someone get us out of here, please.
Mr. Easton, get us out of here!
Mr. Easton, come on!
Mr. Easton, please.
Help us get out of here, please.
- What is this? - What the hell is this?
It's a game.
- Game? - What the fuck you're talking about?
Hello, William.
Before you are six of your most valuable associates.
The ones who find errors in policies.
Their findings result in over two-thirds of all applications denied or prematurely terminated.
Now you must apply your analysis to them and will 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 is symbolized by the blood on your hands.
Mr. Easton, wake up! You've got to get us out of here!
Mr. Easton, come on!
Listen to me, seriously, I'm the one who should live.
Fuck!
Jesus christ!
Please! Mr. Easton!
Mr. Easton, please! Follow policy, Mr. Easton!
Do it!
Please!
Mr. Easton, follow the policy! Follow the policy!
Mr. E!
You say we're only as strong as the weakest link!
- I'm the strongest! You can't let me die! - Fuck him!
I'm healthy! I'm healthy! Please!
No! I have two kids!
You know them, Will!
Please, they can't get on without me! They need me!
Thanks!
Why her? You don't even know her, Mr. Easton.
Listen to me, my parents are sick, okay? They need me! I'm all they have!
You fucking liar! Your parents hate you! They cut you off!
- What? That's not true! - Fuck you, I'm sitting next to you.
I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!
No, she's not! She's lying!
- She's fucking lying! She is! - No, I'm not!
- She's lying! - No!
- I'm pregnant! - She's fucking lying!
Please! Please!
Push the thing! Push the thing!
- She's lying! - I'm pregnant! Push it!
No! No! No!
Push it!
Fuck!
- Don't let them lie to you! - Oh, please! Forget that!
Mr. Easton! My parents are loaded! They'll give you whatever you want!
Just say a number.
Dave, you haven't them for how many fucking years?
- Dave? - Fuck you!
Please try to save me, Mr. E.
Christ! Mr. Easton, come on!
Okay, Mr. Easton, listen to me carefully!
I'm on your side and I can help you.
- You cannot trust this bitch! - What?!
She is all lies!
You cannot believe her! She has already tried to lie.
And she's still gonna continue to do it!
You know it! It's me, Josh.
What happened? What about you? It wasn't me and you!
How can you know that?
Please don't let me die!
Help me!
Fuck!
Oh, well that's it, isn't it?!
It's over!
- You motherfucker! - Stop it.
You spineless, pussy-whipped...
motherfucker!
That's all it takes, eh?
A bitch says one thing and its all over!
You know what, William?
Your policy...
is bullshit!
Fucking bullshit!
Oh, you listen to me, you son of a bitch!
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.
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.
I'm just anxious about the tape.
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 can't really tell when someone's so good on the inside.
helpless.
Hear that?
Right now, you're feeling helpless.
I'm getting there.
Come on. I thought you had something to show us.
Yeah, I just never really thought of him as 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 were inconsistent...
for an individual with an active epidural metabolism.
In other words?
In other words, when you left his fingerprints on the latest victim,
Strahm was already dead by then!
There it is.
Right now, you are feeling helpless.
Who else knows about me?
Who knows about me?
Everyone!
You lie.
You're a fucking liar!
I found something you wanna see.
It was at the location where John died.
Does it mean anything to you?
What are you doing?
Get as far way from the sprinkle heads as possible.
We don't know what it does.
I'm not gonna just sit here and do nothing.
We need to make a decision. Don't you understand?
Okay.
You can pull it.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Get back.
No. You don't know what it does.
- On three, I'm pulling. - Okay.
No. No.
One...
Two...
Three!
What the fuck?
This thing don't work!
This thing don't fucking work!
What the fuck?
I think I know what it does.
Get used to me, because 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 fucking do it. Look, I don't know about this.
- What do you mean you don't? - He's gonna get to us.
Run, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go!
You listen to me!
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.
Lynn!
I made it. I made it!
I made it!
If you fail, you will never see your family again.
- What are you doing here? - Will!
Pamela.
Yeah.
I know it's your birthday, and I'm going to make it up to you. I promise.
Are you really standing up your sister for work?
I'm your only family.
- Are you alright? - Yeah.
Let her go!
I made it! I won!
I followed all your fucking rules. Now, you let her go home.
You son of a bitch.
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!
Please, forgive me.
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!
The reason I'm doing this isn't 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!
I can't... I can't kill him.
I can.
No, Brent!
You killed my father, you motherfucker!
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'll come back!
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.