Fuck! Fuck!
What the f...!
Fuck!
What the fuck!
Fuck!
God!
Help!
Fuck!
Hello Seth.
I want to play a game.
Right now you're feeling helpless.
This is the same helplessness
you bestowed onto others.
But now, it's onto you.
Some would call this karma,
I call it justice.
Now you served five years
of what should have been
a life sentence for murder.
A technicality gave you freedom,
but it inhibited you from understanding
the impact of taking a life.
Today, I offer you true freedom.
In thirty seconds,
the pendulum will drop far enough
to touch your body.
Within sixty seconds,
it will cut you in half.
To avoid the pendulum, all you have to do
is destroy the things that have killed...
...your hands.
You must insert your hands
and push the buttons
to start the devices before you.
Your bones will be crushed to dust.
Will you destroy the things that have
taken life in order to save one, Seth?
Make your choice.
No!
It was an accident!
God!
Please!
Wait!
Ok, fuck you!
God!
Ok, ok, ok.
Come on, come on...
Fuck!
I did it! I did it!
Let me see your hands.
Let me see your hands!
Where is my daughter?
You...
Jesus.
Hello, Agent Strahm.
If you're hearing this,
then you've finally found
what you've been looking for.
But is the discovery of my body enough?
Or will your insatiable
hunger to uncover the truth
push you deeper into the abyss?
Heed my warning: do not proceed.
For this room can
either be you sanctuary,
or it can be your grave.
The choice is yours.
Fuck you.
Hey!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Go, go!
It's ok.
Lets go.
Move it, move, move!
Stay focused!
- Wheres my dad?
- It's gonna be ok.
Wheres my mum?
Wheres my mum?
- Hoffman.
- I got him.
Did you get them all?
What the hell happened?
Where is Rigg?
I tried to help.
He didn't make it.
Nobody made it.
We got a live one!
Hello?
Right away.
Miss Tuck.
Have a seat.
It's nice to meet you Mr. Feldman.
Why am I here?
I represent your ex-husband John.
In the event of his death,
I was instructed to contact you.
You can understand my surprise,
when I found out who he really was.
John left something for you.
If you're watching this Jill,
I'm long gone from this world.
You are my heart,
you always have been,
you always will be.
I'm not going to try to explain the...
...my actions of late.
Suffice it to say that I find
it difficult to forgive myself
for what happened at the clinic.
I permitted, indeed encouraged,
your decisions
regarding the people there.
I saw a danger and I...
I should have acted sooner.
I'm leaving you a box today
and its contents are
of grave importance.
Even though you and I
don't always see
eye-to-eye on everything,
I deeply believe in you,
and I believe that you will know
what to do with these materials.
Miss Tuck, if you don't mind,
what's in the box?
Thank you for your time, Mr. Feldman.
I want to thank you all
for coming here today
and I'd like to be the first to say
that the Jigsaw murders are over.
Why isn't this a joint press
conference with the FBI?
Please not today, Miss Jenkins.
The officers who gave their lives
are being honored here today.
But today I'd like to
offer special honor
to the detective who has been on
this case right from the beginning.
Who proved through
hard work and dedication
that the people who died
did not die in vain.
Today we honor the newly promoted,
Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman.
He's all right. God bless him.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Throughout this ordeal, if we've
learned anything, it's that...
...human life is sacred.
And we've learned that every day,
life should be cherished.
Justice is the backbone
to every peaceful society.
And I believe that true
justice has been served.
Doctor Rayburn, 53.
Doctor Rayburn...
Sorry about Agent Perez.
Shouldn't you be resting?
I'm fine, Erickson.
You were lucky.
That's why I put you on medical leave.
I was supposed to die in that trap.
You never should have
been there without back-up.
I want to talk to Jill Tuck
one last time.
You're not longer
handling the case, Peter.
What?
Read it.
Over a dozen dead bodies
were recovered at the scene.
Two of which were cops.
Jigsaw is dead.
How many lives did I inevitably save?
By endangering yourself and others
- ... you are off the case.
- On whose orders?
Mine.
I'm sorry Peter, it's over.
Hello Agent Perez, and welcome to
the world that you have long studied.
Heed my warning, Agent Perez.
Your next move is critical.
- Open the door.
- What is that?
I am truly sorry about Agent Perez.
She said your name, you know...
Last thing she said
was "Detective Hoffman".
Why did she said that?
Why did she say your name?
- I don't know.
- No?
How did you walk out of that building?
How did you?
On a gurney with a
fucking hole in my throat!
And you...
couple of scratches, and a story
about how your arm straps broke,
Jigsaw doesn't make mistakes.
Is this you theorising again?
'Cause Jigsaw is dead.
I'm not talking about him.
I'm talking about you and
your whole crooked department.
My department's gone,
they're all dead.
There's no one left.
Besides you!
I've been chasing Jigsaw
from the beginning.
And I got him.
So unless you've got
something else to say...
...back the fuck off.
And read the papers.
I saved that little girl.
Oh my god.
What is this?
Hey, don't move.
What did you do to me?
I didn't do anything.
It's Jigsaw.
- What is it?
- I knew this was going to happen to me.
This is what he does.
No, it is not Jigsaw.
He's dead.
Haven't you watched TV lately?
Yeah, well whoever it is,
they're watching us.
Make sure we follow the rules.
Which are what?
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Unless you want your head to pop off
like a dandelion.
How do you know that?
Because I have eyes.
One pulled pin starts
the timer for all of us.
You don't want to do that,
unless you know how it
works now, would you?
This shit is freakin' me out, dude.
Hello and welcome.
From birth, you've all been given
the advantages of few others.
Yet, through poor moral decisions,
you've used these
advantages to selfishly
further only yourselves
at the expense of others.
But today, this singular way of thinking
will be put to the test.
Today, five will become one
with the common goal of survival.
You are all connected.
A cable runs through your collar devices.
It can be pulled so tight that you will
be decapitated on the mounted razors.
The only way to remove
the collar is with the keys
from the glass boxes on
the pedestals before you.
However, if one of you
moves to retrieve a key,
the 60-second timer
will begin for you all.
In choosing how to
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 fucking 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 fuck do you know that?
She's a fire inspector.
She's seen all kinds of demented shit.
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 fucking 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 fucking talk to me?!
- Relax.
- I am fucking relaxed!
- It's a game, tweeker! Get it?
The less you know about me, the better.
The reason why you fucked
up your charmed existence
is pretty obvious to
everyone, isn't it?
Fuck you.
Fuck you!
Been playing with matches again,
have we?
Fuck all of you!
You fucking 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 fuck do you...
how the fuck do you know that?
You're responsible for this sh...!
You had her fucking head cut off!
I'm closing the door!
I'm gonna close the fucking 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 shit
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 him, baby.
Anyone surprised.
I'm so fucking 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 fucking tongue.
What the hell are in those jars?
Let's do this fucking thing
before the bombs go off.
Fuck!
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.
Fuck!
Fuck it's blank.
I need tape.
He is not going anywhere!
Stop it!
Get a clue you fucking bitches!
Survival of the fittest!
Blank.
Blank.
Shit.
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?
Do you mind?!
- Going up?
- Yes, thank you.
What floor are you going to?
I think were 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.
And by the way,
the blade on your pendulum was inferior.
If you want a true edge,
you have to use tempered steel.
Tempering's better for the long haul.
You in this for the long haul, detective?
I've been a cop for 20 years.
Is that long enough for you?
Then you and I both know the statistics
for repeat offenders in this city.
within three years.
What do you want from me?!
So you might look at what you did to Seth
as a kind of public service.
She was my only family.
He didn't deserve a chance!
He was an animal!
Everybody deserves a chance!
You didn't see the blood!
You didn't see what
he fucking did to her!
Killing is distasteful...!
to me.
There is a better,
more efficient, way.
What do you see? Look!
- What do you see?
- Tell me what you want!
I want to know if you have
what it takes to survive.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
You see, it's a different
method that I'm talking about.
If the subject survives my method,
he or she is instantly rehabilitated.
Now, you want a chance?
You want a chance?
I'll give you a chance.
I am the man you call "Jigsaw".
It's your duty to bring me in.
But I know who you are
and I know what you've done.
So this is blackmail?
No, no, no...
This is redemption.
Just giving you an option.
That's all.
Now, you can arrest me,
but in doing so,
your life ends as you know it.
Or...
you could explore
a method of rehabilitation
that'll permit you to sleep at night.
Or I can kill you right now.
But you're not a true killer.
That's your dilemma.
And the information I have on you
is exactly where it needs to be.
And it will be released in
the event of my disappearance.
They'll never believe
your word over mine.
You're willing to take that risk?
The risk of ruining your own life
in order to protect a corrupt legal system
that puts murderers back on the streets?
How would your sister feel?
We're at a crossroads, detective.
Make your choice.
Did you help Jigsaw get hold of them?
Detective Hoffman,
this is Special Agent Erickson.
You had something you needed to discuss
about the Jigsaw case?
Yes, I stopped by Agent Strahm's
room tonight at the hospital,
but he wasn't there.
- I hope he's all right.
- Oh yeah, he's fine..
Agent Strahm was theorizing
about the possibility
of an additional
accomplice to Jigsaw...
...other than Amanda Young.
Someone who might be currently unknown.
Did he ever mentioned
anything like that to you?
No.
But then again, I'm new to the case.
Yeah, well, maybe you can get him
to contact me at his earliest convenience.
Will do, and uh...
in this theorizing,
who exactly did you
suspect to be an accomplice?
Well,
he suspected someone on the inside.
Someone with access.
That's an interesting theory.
Detective...
what do you say we
reconnect in the morning?
You got it.
God. The guy was an
asshole, but he was smart.
We could have used him.
Well, someone had to die.
Would you rather it have been you?
How did they get you?
I will kill you!
I will kill you!
Alright, kill me?
Hello Paul.
Did you cut yourself because
you truly wanted to die
or did you just want some attention?
Tonight, you'll show me.
If you want to live,
you'll have to cut yourself again.
How much blood will you
shed to stay alive, Paul?
I didn't expect to feel any remorse.
The heart cannot be involved.
Emotionally, there can be nothing there.
It can never be personal.
- Lets go.
- No.
You're not done yet.
Tonight, you will see the difference
between killing and rehabilitation.
There's another detective
that you should be aware of.
His name's Tapp
He's smart.
He's getting closer.
I know who he is.
I need you to lead him
to somewhere for me.
A doctor.
A healer who needs some healing.
Is this yours, doctor?
You supplied these
police files, didn't you?
You're assuming this is gonna play out
the way you want it?
I assume nothing.
I anticipate the possibilities
and I let the game play out.
Then why do you
need Amanda in the game?
To ensure that
the rules are followed.
She won't make decisions for anyone.
She will just...
...offer choices.
A little to your left.
That leaves it up to chance.
If you're good at
anticipating the human mind,
it leaves nothing to chance.
It's time.
Jesus Christ!
Great. More bombs.
All right,
what did you do to get here?
I... I did something
...and a bunch of people were killed.
I didn't mean to.
There're still dead.
- And that's why you're here?
- Yeah.
Shouldn't you have gone to jail
for something like that?
Nobody else knows.
Somebody does.
I didn't kill anybody
if that's what you're asking.
I wasn't.
I grant building permits.
And yes, some people might have
been more deserving than others.
But you know what?
That's the business.
So if someone tells you different,
well then they're just stupid.
Or naive.
Or both.
Bullshit.
You take bribes, you're a fucking liar,
you cheat people. That's not nice.
Yeah...
But I'm sure she's not exactly
Mother Teresa either.
No, I'm not.
I don't give a shit.
Close the fucking door,
we have to hear the rules.
Hello and welcome.
You must all be eager to learn the next
important lesson in your transformation.
The game before you
is designed to bridge
the gap between you all.
In order to open the five locks
on the door out of this room,
the five electrical circuits
powering them must be closed.
The only way to do this is to find a way to
connect all five cords to the bath water.
Close the circuits,
and the door will open.
But you must work quickly
for in three minutes,
an electrical current
will surge through this room
locking the doors forever.
Who will bridge the gap?
The choice is yours.
Jesus Christ!
Its not gonna reach.
How the fuck are we gonna do this?
Come on!
No, don't do it!
Please, no.
You killed her.
You fucking killed her.
I didn't trust her.
Jesus Christ,
what is it with you two?
Just shut up and
help me with the body.
Wait, wait. No.
Don't let your body touch hers.
Oh my god, it's a hook.
Stick it in her head
or we don't get out!
Just do it!
Come in.
Sir, that's Jill Tuck.
Good evening.
Special Agent Erickson.
Thank you for seeing me so late today.
Not a problem.
That will be all.
Please, have a seat.
So, what do you need from us?
I think I'm being followed.
Well, that sounds more
like police work, Ms. Tuck.
I don't think they can help me.
Because...?
Because it's you.
The FBI.
I don't understand.
It started when John was first
identified as Jigsaw killer.
It didn't surprise me then,
but I'm still being followed.
By who, Ms. Tuck?
Who would be following you?
I think it's the agent
who interrogated me.
Agent Strahm.
And why would he be following you?
I don't know.
Who else have you told about this?
Only you.
What's going on with Amanda?
Didn't you tell me the only
way to truly offer enlightenment
is by detaching emotionally?
But you can have
something Amanda doesn't.
Anonymity.
Thats the greatest protection.
That's what I've given you.
I need you to set up a game.
It may not be entirely
clear to you right now.
But I assure you the people being tested
are a part of something much larger.
They're connected.
So in the end,
all the pieces will fit together.
And it'll be clear.
Who are you!
Amanda will fail you.
We'll see.
What are you doing?
What are you doing!
- Whats this?
- Who are you?
It's time to play a game.
Help! Help me!
What is it?
What is it? Christ!
Why are you keeping me here!
What is this place! What is this place!
We were all supposed to die.
Jigsaw is fucking testing you!
Where is my daughter!
He didn't make it.
Nobody made it.
You were supposed to be the hero!
Peter, where the hell are you?
Hello?
You have reached the voicemail
of Special Agent Peter Strahm.
Leave a message.
Michelle, I want to put a locate
on Strahm's mobile phone.
Right away sir.
Call me right back.
All right.
There you are, Strahm.
All right. Back up.
What the hell is that?
It's our next nightmare.
There are blades in here.
It's connected to the door.
When the beaker fills up,
the door opens.
Fills with what?
Blood.
Our blood.
I'm thinking...
our wrists are supposed to go
in there and fill the beaker.
Wait. Why can't we just use
the water from the other room?
No, its locks are closed.
We have to stick our arm in to keep
them open but then they get stuck.
We need to close that door.
So what?
We fight to the death and the...
the winner gets freedom
with the other person's blood?
Wait, wait, wait.
Do you still have the
keys from that first room?
Yeah.
- Try one of them on that door.
- It won't work.
No, no. It might.
This one has a keyhole.
It's not even the same lock.
Why are there five slots in this machine?
Shouldn't there be only one?
They all would've worked.
- Where are you going?
- Hurry, before the bombs go off.
I don't think this is a good idea.
The tub wasn't meant for one person.
We were supposed to hold one cable each
and suffer a small shock.
It was meant for five people.
They all were, every game.
We only needed one key in the first room.
They all worked and any one of
them would've opened every collar.
In the second room,
the three chambers were large
enough for more than one person.
We were supposed to work
together so we all survived.
Thats the game.
"Your lifelong instincts
will tell you to do one thing
but I implore you
to do the opposite. "
Oh god. Whoops...
Yeah, big fucking whoops.
Hello and welcome.
This journey has been one of discovery
and hopefully you've discovered the whole
is greater than the sum of its parts.
The human body, for instance,
is an astoundingly durable creation.
It contains approximately
ten pints of blood.
Yet it is still able to
operate with just half of that.
The device before you
is one of sacrifice.
A sacrifice of blood.
In order to open the door,
the beaker must be filled
to the marked level.
A level that is of no coincidence.
This amount can come from anyone of you.
That does not matter.
What does matter is time.
For in 15 minutes, if
the beaker is not filled,
the bombs will explode.
and the doors will be sealed forever.
So now I ask you,
how much blood will you
give in order to survive?
Fuck! Fuck!
All right.
So one person can fill the beaker
with ten pints and die.
Or two people can fill it with 5 pints...
...and maybe live.
What are we gonna do?
I lied.
I know the investigative
journalist in there.
His name was Charles, he was
writing a story about what I did.
What'd you do?
A dealer gave me...
an ounce of heroin
to burn down an abandoned building.
But it was...
Oh, god! It wasn't abandoned.
There were eight people in there...
Eight people...
...died.
And the Feds got involved
and I got caught but I made a deal
and my dad got me off.
But the guy who hired me disappeared
and nothing happened. Nothing happened.
The fire.
It's what connects us.
The fire inspector who worked
a bogus accident report.
The city planner who pushed through
the residential permits.
The journalist that buried
the investigative story.
The rich kid junkie who was the patsy.
And the real-estate developer
who set it all in motion.
We killed eight people
and stole the property and nobody cared.
Why did they all do it? Was it for money?
This was your plan?
There was eight people still
living in that building!
You had to know that!
Did you know that?!
I can't do this alone! Look at me!
I can't do this alone! I can't!
- I can't!
- Ok, ok.
We have to do it on three.
One!
Two!
I can't enter the hole!
Three!
Hello Agent Strahm.
If you are hearing this,
then you have once again
found what you are looking for.
Or so you think.
You dedication is to be commended.
But I ask you,
have you learned anything
in your journey of discovery?
As the old adage goes,
"Fool me once, shame on you".
"Fool me twice, shame on me. "
The situation you find
yourself in is one of trust.
So I ask you, Special Agent Strahm,
Have you learned to trust me?
The only way to survive this room
is by entering the glass box before you.
Pain will be incurred,
but you will have a chance of survival.
We did it.
We won. We won.
I got you, you motherfucker!
Drop it!
I said drop it!
Who did this to you?
Who did this to you?
We won. We won.
We worked together...
...in it...
I need immediate medical assistance.
Jesus, Peter.
Tell me how to open it.
How do I open it?
However, if you choose not to,
you will never be heard from again.
Your body will never be found.
You will simply vanish.
I ask you, Special Agent Strahm,
Have you learned enough to trust me?
Will you heed my warning?
For if you do not...
Fuck you.
...this room will forever be your tomb.
And my legacy will become yours.
If you're good at
anticipating the human mind...
I think I'm being followed.
Who would be following you?
I want to talk to Jill Tuck
one last time.
He suspected someone on the inside.
It leaves nothing to chance.
We were all supposed to die.
You were supposed to be the hero.
Make your choice.
Cowan, this is Erickson.
I want you to put out an A.P.B.
Suspect's name is Peter Strahm.
Yeah, that's right.
Special Agent Peter Strahm.
Tell me how to stop it,
you son of a bitch!
I know who you are!
I know!