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Fuck. What the fuck?
What the...? What the fuck?
What the...?
What the fuck!
Fuck.
Hello?
Fuck.
Hello, Seth.
I wanna play a game.
Right now, you're feeling helpless.
- This is the same helplessness... - Help!
...you've bestowed onto others.
But now it's onto you.
Some 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 30 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!
Please.
Okay. Fuck you.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
I did what I was supposed to do.
Let me see your hands. Let me see your fucking 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 your sanctuary or it can be your grave.
The choice is yours.
Fuck you.
Hey!
Help!
Go! Go!
You're okay.
- Where's my dad? - He's gonna be okay.
Where's my mom? Where's my mom?
Hoffman. I got it. I got it.
You okay to walk?
What the hell, man? What happened? Where's Rigg?
Tried to help. He didn't make it.
Nobody made it.
We got a live one.
Hello?
Right away.
Ms. 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 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 danger and l... 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.
I wanna thank you all for coming here today.
And I'd like to be the first to say...
...that the Jigsaw murders are over.
The officers who gave their lives are being honored here today.
But today I'd like to offer a special honor...
...to the detective who's 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.
Congratulations.
Thank you so much.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Uh, ahem...
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.
Detective Hoffman, you're wanted at the hospital.
It's about Agent Perez.
Thank you.
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?
[MECHANICAL LAUGHTER OVER SPEAKERS]
I got you.
I'm truly sorry about Agent Perez.
She said your name, you know.
The last thing she said was "Detective Hoffman."
Why'd she say that? Why'd she say your name?
- I don't know. - No?
How'd you walk out of that building?
How did you?
On a gurney with a fucking hole in my throat.
Look at you.
Couple of scratches and a story about how your arm straps broke.
Jigsaw doesn't make mistakes.
Is this you theorizing again? Because Jigsaw's 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.
Been chasing Jigsaw from the beginning...
...and I got him.
So unless you've got something else to say...
...back the fuck off.
Read the papers. I saved that little girl.
Sorry about Agent Perez.
Shouldn't you be resting?
I'm fine, Erickson.
No, you're not, Peter. That's why I put you on medical leave.
I was supposed to die in that trap.
You never should have been there without backup.
I wanna talk to Jill Tuck one last time.
You're no longer handling the case, Peter.
What?
Read it.
Over a dozen dead bodies were recovered at the scene, two of which were cops.
Jigsaw's dead, how many lives did I inevitably save?
By endangering yourself and others.
You're off the case.
On whose orders?
Mine.
I'm sorry, Peter. It's over.
Oh, my God.
Oh...
- What is this? - Hey, don't move.
What did you do to me?
I didn't do anything.
- It's Jigsaw. - What?
I knew this was gonna happen to me. This is what he does.
No, it's not Jigsaw.
He's dead.
Haven't you watched TV lately?
Yeah, well, whoever it is...
...they're watching us.
To 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 pull-pin starts the timer for all of us.
You won't wanna do that unless you know how it works, now, would you?
You're starting to freak 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.
Well, today this singular way of thinking will be put to the test.
Today, five will become one, with a 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 this situation...
...your lifelong 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, no, it says, "Don't listen to your instincts."
- That means don't go for the keys. - You fucking nuts?
How are we supposed to live if we don't?
- It's testing our endurance. - We gotta move, babe.
That timer's connected to those jars.
It didn't say anything about those jars.
- They could be nothing. They're nail bombs.
Homemade, probably C-4.
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.
- Okay, we can figure this out. - We're all here for a reason.
Okay, and we're all connected, as the message said.
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