Game over.
I'll fuckin' kill you!
You fuckin' bitch!
You bitch!
I'll fuckin' kill you!
Daniel!
Secure the flank! Left side clear?
We're clear!
Left side's clear. Let's move!
Oh, my God.
Someone call Kerry.
The call came in at 11:45. The woman heard an explosion.
The fire department was the first on the scene.
Kerry.
- Is it him? - Before you go in there...
Eric. Is it him?
We don't know yet.
It's not Detective Matthews.
What happened?
The victim was held in place by these chains.
Hello, Troy.
I wanna play a game.
This game will take place in a room not much bigger
than the room you've spent most of your life in.
A prison cell.
Despite all of the advantages and privileges
that you were given at birth,
you have returned to prison again and again.
More comfortable in chains than you are in freedom.
Tonight we will see how far you are willing to go
to break those chains once and for all.
Live or die, Troy.
Make your choice.
This was the bomb.
All he had to do was release himself from each of the chains...
walk out the door before it went off.
All he had to do?
Oh, God.
Fuck! Fuck!
I really had this feeling it was going to be him.
Kerry, Eric is a missing persons case, not a homicide case.
I've been having nightmares where I see him.
I'm never going to be able to forgive myself for what happened.
Listen. It's not your fault.
It's always somebody's fault.
That somebody isn't you.
That someone is still out there.
Put all your anger into finding them and putting them away.
All right?
What I don't understand is
how the hell could Jigsaw do all of this?
He was damn near on his deathbed the last time we saw him.
I'm not so sure he did.
So far this doesn't follow any of his patterns.
Meaning?
Well... how'd you get in here?
- We cut the door down. - Why?
Because somebody heard an explosion and called us.
I mean, why did you have to cut the door down?
It was welded shut.
Bloody truck couldn't get in here.
Exactly.
I don't follow.
If the aim of Jigsaw's game was to get out before the bomb went off,
then why was the door welded shut?
The guy couldn't get out if he wanted to.
You won't believe this. We got the tape out clean.
Hello, Troy. I wanna play a game.
Live or die, Troy. Make your choice.
Hello, Kerry.
I want to play a game.
Up until now you have spent your life among the dead
piecing together their final moments.
You are good at this because you, like them,
are also dead.
Dead on the inside.
You identify more with a cold corpse
than you do with a living human.
I believe you want to join your true family,
indeed, your only family, in death.
The device you are wearing
is hooked into your ribcage.
And by the time this tape is finished,
you will have one minute to find a way out.
At the end of that minute, you should know
better than anyone what happens then.
There is a simple key that will unlock the harness, Kerry.
It is right in front of you.
All you have to do is reach in and take it.
But do it quickly.
The acid will dissolve the key in a matter of seconds.
Make your choice.
You.
I gotta be at the hospital by 9.
It's Tuesday. I thought you started at 11.
Yeah, well, they change things on me last minute.
Well, you better head off, then.
You're not gonna take a shower?
Nah. I'm just gonna take a shower at the hospital.
Can we just... talk for five minutes?
How about we just make eye contact for five seconds?
What's wrong?
Nothing. Just... everything.
Lynn.
What is it you want from me, Chris?
A divorce.
MPA.
Car skidded into oncoming traffic.
Pressure?
80 over, palp. Pulse is thready.
Ready? 1, 2, 3.
- Where's Lynn? - Page Dr. Denlon.
Set up an art-line.
Dr. Lynn Denlon,
please report to trauma immediately.
Dr. Lynn Denlon, please report to trauma immediately.
Lynn!
Check this out. Hermaphony.
Pressure down to 70. He's going into shock.
Get an OR ready. We gotta crack his chest.
Do we get a bolus? 500 wide open?
No.
What?
- No air entry on the right side. - And?
Let's get a chest tube in him.
We gotta get him to OR now.
His stats are dropping. He's gonna code.
I'm doin' it.
I'm getting a rush of air.
Stats are improving. Pressure back to 80.
Pressure normal.
If you got something on your mind, go upstairs to psych.
Just don't bring it in here.
We don't have any seconds to spare, Lynn.
The woman standing in front of me had to be dragged
from the locker room to put a chest tube in a trauma patient?
Lynn Denlon should have been the first one there.
Lynn.
Lynn!
What the hell?
I'm locked in!
Is anybody there?
Hello?
Anybody here?
Help! Help me!
Help!
Who are you? Who are you?
What is this?
What are you doing?
Are you gonna behave?
Let's go.
What is this place? What is this place?
What is... this place?
Who are you? Who are you?
Hello, Dr. Denlon.
You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you.
I was a guest at your hospital once.
Where am I?
Do you remember me?
I've seen you on television.
Lawrence Gordon was your doctor.
I was his patient, and he was mine.
As you can see from that report,
my prognosis isn't good.
Would you agree?
There's no preventative treatment for what you have.
I remember you saying that to me once before
in almost the exact same tone.
Leave it to a doctor to find such a cold, clinical way
of saying I'm a dead man walking.
Looking at me, how long would you say I have left?
I'd have to examine you.
Even then, a frontal lobe tumor is unpredictable.
The growth depends on the rate of mitosis versus apoptosis...
I'm sorry, but there's all this crude medical equipment around me
causing you to believe that you're still inside a hospital.
No.
Then why are you speaking to me
in that graduate school medical jargon?
Look at me!
Now, you look at me.
I asked you a simple question.
Based on your experience,
how long do you think I have left?
It's not a simple answer.
Based on your file, I'd say... not long.
Death is a surprise party.
Unless, of course, you're already dead on the inside.
Unless you're the type of person
who swallows antidepressants to hide the pain, huh?
Turns their back on their husband.
Neglects their child.
Who has every possible advantage in life
but chooses not to advance.
What do you want from me?
What do I want?
I want to play a game.
The rules of the game are simple.
The consequences for breaking them are great.
Death.
You're being tested. Your will is being tested.
Your will to keep someone alive.
Can you do that?
Can you follow the rules and grant someone the gift of life?
What is this? No! Get it...
No! No! What is this! What are you doing to me?
The device that you're wearing is linked to my heart rate monitor.
The second that heart rate monitor flatlines or you move out of range,
an explosion will go off in that collar.
Your life and my life will end simultaneously.
Please. Please don't do this to me.
I have a family. I have a family.
Let me give you the simple version.
You will keep him alive, whatever it takes.
No excuses. No equivocations.
No crying.
What do you mean, keep him alive?
Out there, on those screens, we have another test subject.
A man.
He will face a series of tests.
You have to keep John alive until he makes it through.
If he completes all of his tests and John is still breathing,
then I will remove your collar...
and you're free to go.
You're a vital piece of my puzzle, Dr. Denlon.
A critical part of what could be my final test.
Amanda, it's time to start our game.
Help!
Hello!
Is there anybody out there?
Hello, Jeff.
Over the past few years,
you have become a shell of your former self...
consumed with hatred and vengeance.
Vengeance against the drunk driver who killed your only son.
Vengeance against the killer, who to your surprise and dismay,
was set free after a hasty trial.
Today, however, it is you who will be put on trial.
To escape from where you are, you will have to face a series of tests.
You will have to suffer to move forward through each of them.
But with each one, you will also have a chance...
a chance to forgive.
When you complete the tests,
I promise you you will finally come face to face
with the man responsible for the loss of your child.
That will be your ultimate test.
Can you forgive him?
You better hurry, though.
In two hours, the doors will lock,
and this place will become your tomb.
This is what you've been waiting for, Jeff.
Let the game begin.
Help!
You fucking killed my son.
Don't you fuckin' beg.
Do you know who I am?
I'll fuckin' teach you, you motherfucker.
This is what you fuckin' deserve.
Where is it?
What?
Where is it?
How many times?
How many times do I have to tell you
before you get it in your head?
I just wanted to sleep with something.
No. No. You just... nothin'
You don't... touch things in Dylan's room.
Okay?
I'm sorry, Daddy.
You know I love you, don't you?
What do you think Mommy would say if she saw us like this?
I'm gonna go get ready for school.
Daddy!
Hello?
Hey!
All right, John. I need you to look at my nose.
Right here.
Look at my nose, please?
Follow my flashlight.
Tell me if you feel any pain, all right?
That hurt?
It's begun.
He's out of the box.
So?
My 20-second analysis without any medical equipment
is that his brain's herniating.
He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation
to decompress his brain.
Come here.
- No, really. Come here. - What?
- Come here. - No.
- Let me ask you something. - Oh, God!
Did I bring John to you...
or did I bring your self-centered ass to him?
You better start fuckin' paying attention.
No one's going to any hospital.
I can't perform miracles.
You're... You're giving him painkillers.
For a tumor like this, he needs steroids, Prednisone.
Oh, good. Yeah.
Maybe we could try some corticoid steroids,
you know, like Dexamethasone.
Why don't you fuckin' tell me something that I don't know,
you stupid cunt?
The only place that he can get those drugs is in a hospital.
Or else he's gonna die.
You are not a good listener.
I think you missed the part that if he dies...
you die.
You're asking me to do the impossible.
I'm not asking you. He is.
He chose you.
- Not me. - Amanda!
Our doctor can't do what's being asked of her
if you're threatening her.
The rules of our game have been made very clear.
You need to abide by those rules.
Sorry.
Amanda! Amanda, I need your help!
Amanda, he needs oxygen!
Oxygen, Amanda!
Put the mask on his face.
Okay, now hold him down.
Tip his head to the side. You got it?
What are you doing?
Ativan! Do you have Ativan?
No!
Back off! Back off!
Stay with me, John.
You're almost through this. Stay with me.
We're almost done with this.
Was that enough for you?
Are you ready to go to the hospital now?
He needs to have an operation.
- Okay. - Okay.
But we do it here.
- We do it here. - What?
What do you need?
I need anesthetic for a procedure like this.
Anesthetic. What else?
Even with an anesthetic...
Anesthetic! What else?
A power drill.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Please, please. Let me go.
Please. Why... Why are you doing this to me?
Don't... Don't kill me. Okay? Please!
Wait. The key. Key.
Key. Okay. Come on.
Fuck!
Please. I'm so cold. I can't feel my arms.
Welcome to your first test, Jeff.
For the past three years, you've cursed the name
of all those you thought were responsible
for the death of your son.
You fantasize those accountable will pay.
Well, you will find a woman in front of you chained in place.
This will prevent her from running...
much like she did on the day your son was hit.
Her name is Danica Scott.
She was the only witness present
at the scene of your son's untimely demise.
If not for her own self-absorption and cowardice,
she could have brought your son's killer to justice.
Now it is you who has a chance to bring her to justice.
You alone can grant her the gift of life before she freezes to death.
Behind the pipes on the back wall
you will find the key that will free her and bring you
one step closer to the man
responsible for the loss of your child.
Will you claim the key to save only yourself?
Help me!
Or can you find it within you to save another?
Make your choice.
I didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything to you!
That's exactly it. You didn't do anything.
I'm fucking... dying.
He died!
In my arms.
My eight-year-old son died in my arms.
I made a m-m-mistake.
I'm so sorry.
I'm human.
I'm human, just like your son was. Okay?
Look at me.
I said, look at me. Look...
Oh, my God.
It's so cold.
Oh, God!
Amanda, if you really care about John,
you won't let me do this to him.
You're a smart woman,
and you know what's right for him.
I'm sorry.
I know it's hard to concentrate
when you're surrounded by so many things you could kill me with,
like this ax I saw you lookin' at.
Take it.
Please, it's yours.
Come on.
I'd go for the neck,
but I'm not the brain surgeon.
Just do it quietly so John doesn't hear me die.
Otherwise he's likely to get upset,
rip off his heart rate monitor.
Boom.
Then you just have to find the sensor and disarm it
so you can walk more than 30 feet out that door
without the collar detonating.
Or you could try and take the collar off yourself.
But that could be tricky.
The slightest knock in the wrong place could trigger it.
I should know.
I built it.
So, do you have everything you need?
I have the instruments to cut someone open.
I don't have the tools to save a life.
You'd be surprised what tools can save a life.
Hello, Amanda.
You don't know me, but... I know you.
I want to play a game.
There is only one key to open the device.
It's in the stomach of your dead cellmate.
Look around, Amanda.
Know that I'm not playing.
Live or die.
Make your choice.
Congratulations.
You are still alive.
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive,
but not you, not anymore.
Amanda, do not be afraid.
Your life has just begun.
He made it through the freezer room.
He tried to save her.
There are some things I need you to do for me.
In my desk... in the center drawer,
an envelope...
with your name on it.
She's gonna do a procedure on you.
Yeah.
To relieve the pressure on your brain.
Yeah.
And help with the headaches.
I can't do this.
Amanda... you can.
You can.
You're stronger now.
And I believe in you.
You chose her 'cause she's the best, right?
That's one reason I chose her.