Spiral: From the Book of Saw

_ H93'! My purse! - Hey! Hey!

- He's got my purse! Stop him! - Come on.

Somebody stop him! He's got my purse!

Police! Freeze!

- Hey! Stop! Out of my way! -

Get out of my way! Out of my way! Police! Move!

You did not just go down there...

What the fuck?

Fuck sakes.

Get your fucking hands in the air!

I ain't gonna say it again, motherfucker!

Fuck.

Hello, Detective Bozwick.

- I want to play a game. - No!

The three train is arriving in two minutes.

It is up to you to decide if this will be your final stop.

You have taken the witness stand many times,

and railroaded innocent people with your lies,

putting them away in jail.

Today, it is you who will be railroaded.

You have one chance to live.

Tear from your mouth the tongue that has so often been used

to lie and to deceive.

Take a leap of faith, and you will live.

Only your weight will rip away your lying tongue and save you.

Live or die, make your choice.

- -

What you talking about? That movie won awards.

You know, Tom Hanks is a straight pimp, man,

but I don't know if you could make that movie today.

What the fuck you going on about?

- Special needs abuse. - Special needs?

- What, you woke now? - Not woke,

but you can't say "handicapped," you can't say "retarded."

You got to say "special needs," I'm trying to be respectful.

Forrest Gump was special needs, man.

What was the name of the girl?

- Jenny. - Jenny.

He did everything for Jenny.

This motherfucker did some shit.

He jogged across the whole country.

He beat China in ping-pong.

You know how fucking hard that shit is?

He was a war hero.

Who the fuck is nicer than Forrest Gump?

His best friend was a nigga and a white boy with no legs.

He made a billion dollars selling shrimp.

And she still wouldn't fuck him.

Hey, eventually, they got together.

Yeah, after she got AIDS.

As soon as she got AIDS, she's like, "Hey, Forrest..."

- - Get the fuck out of here, man.

Giving that guy AIDS?

- Are you kidding me? - Yeah.

- That shit's abusive. - But he ain't get it.

I ain't see no sequel. Where's Gump 2?

Yo, Rico just got off the elevator.

- Oh, shit. -

Let's do this.

Get down! Get down right now!

Get down right now! You know what this is!

You know what this is!

That's right! Put it all! Come on! Down!

Fill up this bag!

- Put it in the motherfucking bag! - Come on.

- You know what to do! - Chill!

Get back!

I want that coke! I want that money!

I want everything!

Shit.

Ninety seconds, we gotta go!

Freeze! Police!

- Hands up! Get your hands up! - Get out of the car.

- Get the fuck out of... -

Zeke? Is that you?

Zeke?

What the fuck is wrong with you? You do an undercover op...

You don't clear it, there's no coordination.

We are Homicide,

but you're robbing drug dealers in a fucking hotel.

I had a dozen 911 calls come in. What if someone got killed?

That crew killed four people last week, and we got them.

And we could have got more of them if my cover wasn't blown.

Fuck your cover, Zeke!

You were off on your own, as usual, no backup, nothing.

No backup, 'cause there's nobody on the force I can fucking trust!

From now on, you're going to learn to be a team player.

You're getting a partner. Jeannie, send Schenk in.

Do I look like a fucking Jamaican nanny?

Do I smell like jerk sauce and baby wipes? No!

Me no want no partner!

I'm not babysitting some fucking rook.

Yes, you are.

Just because your dad was Chief fucking Marcus Banks

doesn't mean you get out of the shit.

Stop making this about my father, okay?

He's gone, you're the head of the department now.

Yeah. Drama queen.

Zeke, it's been 12 years.

Yes! Twelve fucking years.

Twelve years ago, I turned in a dirty cop,

I get a medal for it. Big fucking deal!

I also got a bullet,

and I got to look over my back for the rest of my career.

Shut up!

It is too fucking hot in here for me to listen to this bullshit.

I got a heat wave going on.

We got rolling blackouts,

- the city is nuts. Stop! -

You wanted to see me, Captain?

- Yeah, come in. -

Zeke, I want you to meet detective in training, William Schenk.

He was the top of his academy, so don't screw this up.

Zeke is going to break you in, show you the ropes.

Detective Banks, it's good to...

- Yup... -

- Go. -Yep.

Officer Harris, 1-0-3.

Officer Harris, 1-0-3.

Sergeant Jones, front desk.

Sergeant Jones, front desk.

So, uh... How do you take your coffee in the morning?

Alone.

Okay.

Hey, man, I get it.

I wouldn't want to be stuck with some random kid either.

You don't want to be my partner.

You don't know that.

Your dad's the reason for all of this.

He's why I wanted to do this in the first place.

And I'm not him.

Prepare to be underwhelmed.

- - Banks and Schenk...

Some homeless guy got hit by the three train. You're up.

Detective Peterson,

pick up 2-2-1. Detective Peterson, 2-2-1.

This is you?

Beats the squad car.

Detective Banks en route to that 10-19.

Would that be north or south side of the street?

- Northbound. - Copy that.

What are you doing?

Oh, it's just family.

This is my wife, Emma, this is my son, Charlie.

They're cute. Enjoy it while it lasts.

"While it lasts?"

Nothing happier than the wife of a new detective,

and nothing more angry than that same bitch ten years later.

Maybe it's 'cause you call them bitches.

I'm half-Italian, trust me.

Women do not like it when you call them bitches.

What are you telling me about women,

- young motherfucker? Shit. -

I just said it to you, I didn't say it to a woman.

I don't say it to their face. It's not like I'm Too Short.

We just met, but, you know, you're firing already, I appreciate it.

I mean, all I'm saying is, you know, most crime happens on weekends, holidays,

so you would think anybody married to a cop

would understand this.

But no.

One day, your wife will be angry

'cause you couldn't go to her sister's birthday dinner.

You can give a woman 600 Tuesdays.

It ain't worth three Saturday nights.

So, uh... I'm guessing you're divorced.

Divorced, no, not yet. I'm going through a divorce.

That's-that's even worse. It's kind of like chemo.

Shit. Sorry.

Sorry for what? We're cops. This is the life we choose.

Highest divorce rate, highest suicide rate.

Highest rate of domestic violence.

Yo, when you decided to become a cop,

you pretty much assured yourself you were gonna die alone.

My wife and I, we're doing this counseling.

She's got me, uh, working on, like, communication.

Counseling? Yeah, that's nice.

Yeah, my wife fucked the counselor.

Fuck, really?