Saw II

Help !

Anyone, help !

Hello, Michael.

I want to play a game.

So far, in what could loosely be called your life,

you've made a living watching others.

Society would call you an informant,

a rat, a snitch.

I call you unworthy

of the body you possess, of the life you've been given.

Now we'll see if you're willing to look inward rather than outward,

to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living.

The device around your neck is a death mask.

It is on a timer, if you don't locate the key in time,

the mask will close.

Think of it like a Venus fly trap.

What you're looking at is your own body,

not more than two hours ago.

- Fuck ! - Don't worry.

You're sound asleep and can't feel a thing.

Taking into account you are at a great disadvantage,

I'll give you a hint as to where I've hidden the key.

So listen carefully, the hint is this...

it's right before your eyes.

How much blood will you shed to stay alive ?

Live or die... make your choice.

What are you ? Who the fuck are you ?

Somebody help me !

Help me !

Excuse me.

- Can I help you ? - I'm here for Daniel Matthews.

Sign this.

Thanks.

Let's go, Daniel.

- Took you long enough. - Didn't have it in my schedule.

- They're going to press charges. - They're assholes.

Of course, you stole from them.

Works out great for me.

Your mother keeps custody, I take you into custody.

What is it with you ?

- You tough because you steal ? - Save me the after school special.

- Why are you such a cop ? - I'm your father!

You're better at being a cop.

- I think I should go back to Mom's. - What did you say ?

- Can you not hear me ? - No, say it again !

I think I should go back to Mom's.

Then go) !

Jesus!

It's Daniel, leave a message.

It's Dad, sorry about yesterday.

I haven't heard from you.

Give me a call.

Daniel !

Sorry Sergeant, thought you were my son.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

What do you got ?

County's asbestos cleaners were working

and found a body.

Says this section's been abandoned for two years.

- Spotted people down here though. - Who ?

Homeless, mostly.

Kids held a rave in the boiler two months back.

- Time of death ? - Forensics just got here.

- They said it was your buddy. - He was an informant.

They lD'd him just by looking at him ?

He wasn't positive.

That's why I wanted you here.

I'll look at his face and tell you in two seconds.

Therein lies the problem.

Yes, it's Mike.

Why didn't you tell me about that ?

I thought you'd want to see it yourself.

Well, I saw it.

I know that it is still early,

but so far it even matches Jigsaw's pattern.

I can see that. What do you want with me ?

Well, let's just pretend this is new to us.

Who would do this ?

He was an informer, Kerry. Grab a phone book.

Crack head county punks do not have engineering degrees.

I'd say the cause of death narrows the list down, wouldn't you ?

Sure,

you're the expert.

Look closer, Detective Matthews.

- At what ? - Ask whoever wrote it.

Hello Michael, I want to play a game.

So far in what could loosely be called your life,

you've made a living watching others.

You and that guy have a lot in common, Kerry..

- You like playing games with people. - Excuse me ?

- Don't pull shit at a crime scene ! - I'm not the one taunting you, he is.

Doesn't mean I have to take the bait.

Besides I got a full case load as it is.

It's desk errands and shit work !

With my son's budding criminal career

and divorce papers, my hands are pretty full !

Well, I'm sorry. I was hoping...

I could bring you in on this one.

- We aren't partners no more. - Forget that.

This guy wrote your fucking name on the wall, he asked for you.

It's not the first time some psychopath called me out.

What about the fact that I'm asking ?

I can't help you.

You're the Jigsaw expert.

When did you stop being a cop ?

Look closer, Detective Mathews.

This guy wrote your fucking name on the wall.

Look closer, Detective Mathews.

He asked for you.

All right, listen up.

These are the best entry points.

With direct street frontage, vehicle access and good cover.

We're doing this in broad day light.

I don't want to scare civilians.

I know the location.

Just bust in and scare the shit out of anyone in there.

We move in teams of three. I go with team Alpha.

Let's do this.

Just like the good old days.

- Thought you had a full case load. - Just tagging along.

Go, 901 go' ' '

Alpha team, I want you in front.

Baker, flank side. Let's do this.

Freeze !

Officer down, officer down.

And fucking bring pliers !

Officer down, officer down.

Second team in here now !

GO, g9 [

Guys...

Talk to me, guys.

Freeze, don't move.

Let me see your hands. I won't ask again.

Put your hands where can I see them.

Down on your knees.

Down on your kneels.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Get him in restraints now.

You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, one will be appointed to you.

He's clean !

Is this close enough ?

Get his ass out of here.

Actually, I will need to remain here

while you deal with your problem, Detective Matthews.

- What problem ? - The problem in that room.

You keep him secure.

Clear.

Shit !

- What ? - I don't know.

Shit.

I think that's my son.

He's got my son.

What the fuck is that ?

- Hey, what the fuck is that ? - Your son, you remember him.

What's he doing on that fucking monitor '?

I haven't looked at the monitors for some time, so it's hard to say.

But I imagine

he's cowering in a corner with a look on his face...

You motherfucker !

Where is he ?

That's a problem you'll have to solve before it's too late.

He has about two hours before the gas

creeping into his nervous system begins to breaks down his body tissue

and he begins to bleed from every orifice he has.

Oh, yes.

There will be blood.

Tell me where he is.

He's in a safe place.

Eric...

I need a phone.

- Eric, listen to me. - Just give me a phone.

- Everything fits his profile. - I need to be sure.

You've reached Daniel's phone, he's not in right now.

I'm sorry.

We have something counting down over here.

Get me bomb squad, now !

Hey, wake up.

Can you hear me ?

She's still breathing.

What is this ? House arrest ?

- Are we in jail '? - No, this ain't jail.

- You done a lot of time ? - Yeah, too much.

Somebody open the fucking door.

I don't think anybody's listening.

Hey, what the fuck is this ?

Somebody's listening.

Those types of cameras don't have sound.

Fuck!

How can you wake up in a room and have no idea where you are ?

I guess you never been drunk before.

I have, I spent three years in college, this isn't drunk.

This is kidnapping.

Look“.

I saw this movie on TV last week.

This guy was a reporter in a war zone.

He goes to sleep in his hotel room the first night

He wakes up and he's in a cell with no windows

and no light.

And he spent 9 years in that room.