Saw V

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
I think we're both going to the same place.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
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.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
Like you, I know what it's like to lose family. And I know what it's like not to be able to protect loved ones. It's a powerless feeling.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
[To Hoffman as he tries to escape his trap] I wouldn't do that. [About the shotgun aimed at Hoffman's head] Hair trigger.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
Vengeance can change a person. Make you into something you never thought you were capable of being.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
You can dispense justice and give people a chance to value their lives in the same moment.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
Everybody deserves a chance!

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
Killing is distasteful to me! There is a better, more efficient way.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
You want a chance? I'll give you a chance.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
I am the man you call Jigsaw.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
I know who you are.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
Tonight, you'll see the difference between killing and rehabilitation.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
I assume nothing. I anticipate the possibilities and I let the game play out.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
It's time to play a game.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
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 be your sanctuary or it can be your grave. The choice is yours.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
[On a videotaped message to his ex-wife] 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 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 everything eye to eye, I deeply believe in you and I believe that you will know what to do with these materials.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
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 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 the 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.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
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.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
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 door forever. Who will bridge the gap? The choice is yours.

John Kramer/Jigsaw:
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 any one of you. But 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?

Mark Hoffman:
[Rigg] tried to help. He didn't make it. Nobody made it.

Mark Hoffman:
[Promotion acceptance speech] 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.

Mark Hoffman:
My department's gone. They're all dead.

Mark Hoffman:
I've been chasing Jigsaw from the beginning. And I got him.

Mark Hoffman:
Back the f*** off.

Mark Hoffman:
Read the papers. I saved that little girl.

Mark Hoffman:
I've been chasing Jigsaw from the beginning; and I got him. So, unless you've got something else to say, back the f*** off.

Mark Hoffman:
[after nearly being attacked by a dog named Peewee] Peewee. Sh*t.

Mark Hoffman:
What floor are you going to?

Mark Hoffman:
What do you want from me?!

Mark Hoffman:
You didn't see the blood! You didn't see what he f***ing did to her!

Mark Hoffman:
[About Strahm] He was theorizing on the possibility of another accomplice to Jigsaw other than Amanda Young.

Mark Hoffman:
You told me the only way to truly offer enlightenment is by detaching emotionally.

Mark Hoffman:
Hello, Seth. I want to play a game. Right now, you are feeling helpless. This is the same helplessness you've bestowed onto others. But now, it's onto you. Some would call it 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.*

Mark Hoffman:
Hello, Agent Strahm. If you are hearing this, then you have once again found what you are looking for - or so you think. Your dedication is to be commended. But I ask you if you have learned anything on 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 have a chance of survival. [1]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, this room will forever be your tomb. And my legacy will become yours. Make your choice.

Peter Strahm:
Let me see your hands! Let me see your f***ing hands!

Peter Strahm:
Jesus.

Peter Strahm:
F*** you.

Peter Strahm:
[Discovering his head is in a clear, glass box] Hey! Help! HELP! HELP!

Peter Strahm:
The last thing she said was "Detective Hoffman." Why would she say that? Why did she say your name?

Peter Strahm:
Jigsaw doesn't make mistakes.

Peter Strahm:
I want to talk to Jill Tuck one last time.

Peter Strahm:
Jigsaw's dead! How many lives did I inevitably save?

Peter Strahm:
You murdered him. Set it up to look like a Jigsaw trap.

Peter Strahm:
I got you.

Peter Strahm:
Did you help Jigsaw get all of them?

Peter Strahm:
How'd they get you?

Peter Strahm:
We were all supposed to die. You were supposed to be the "hero."

Peter Strahm:
I got you, you motherf***er.

Peter Strahm:
Tell me how to open it. How do I open it?!

Peter Strahm:
Tell me how to stop it, you son of a b*tch!

Peter Strahm:
[Last words] I know who you are! I KNOW!

Brit:
[After killing Luba] I didn't trust her.

Brit:
[To Mallick] We did it. We won. We won.

Brit:
We won. We won. We worked together...

Luba:
Survival of the fittest, my ass!

Police Chief Logan:
I'd like to thank you all for coming today. I'd like to be the first to say the Jigsaw murders are over. The officers who gave their lives are being honored here today. Today, I'd like to offer a special honor to the detective who's been on the case since 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.

Seth:
I did what I was supposed to do...

Note:
[found by Hoffman in his office] I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Tape:
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 be your sanctuary or it can be your grave. The choice is yours.

Peter Strahm:
F*** you.

Dr. Feldman:
Ms. Tuck, if you don't mind... what's in the box?

Jill:
Thank you for your time, Mr. Feldman.

Peter Strahm:
The last thing she said was "Detective Hoffman." Why would she say that? Why did she say your name?

Hoffman:
I don't know.

Peter Strahm:
No? How did you walk out of that building?

Hoffman:
How did you?

Peter Strahm:
On a gurney, with a f***ing hole in my throat! [Coughs] And you. Couple of scratches and a story about how your arm straps broke. Jigsaw doesn't make mistakes.

Hoffman:
Is this you theorizing again? Because Jigsaw's dead.

Peter Strahm:
I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you and your whole crooked department!

Hoffman:
My department's gone. They're all dead. There's no one left.

Peter Strahm:
Besides you!

Hoffman:
I've been chasing Jigsaw from the beginning. And I got him. So unless you've got something else to say, back the f*** off. Read the papers. I saved that little girl.

Peter Strahm:
Jigsaw's dead! How many lives did I inevitably save?!

Dan Erickson:
By endangering yourself and others? You're off the case.

Peter Strahm:
On whose orders?

Dan Erickson:
Mine. I'm sorry, Peter. It's over.

[Luba wakes up with a collar on her neck, frightened and panicked.]

Luba:
[panicked] What is this?---

Ashley:
[to Luba] Hey, [Luba stops.] don't move.

Luba:
What did you do to me?

Ashley:
I didn't do anything.

Mallick:
Jigsaw.

Luba:
What?

Mallick:
I knew this was gonna happen to me. This is what he does.

[Mallick tries to free himself.]

Brit:
No, it's not Jigsaw. He's dead. Haven't you watched TV lately?

Luba:
Yeah, well, whoever it is, [points to the video camera.] they're watching us.

Brit:
[looks at the camera.] We have to make sure we follow the rules.

Ashley:
Which are what?

[As Mallick desperately tries to free himself.]

Charles:
[to Mallick.] I wouldn't do that if I were you. [Mallick stops and turns to Charles.] Unless you want your head to pop off like a dandelion.

Mallick:
How do you know that?

Charles:
Because I have eyes. [points to the timer.] 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?

Mallick:
You're starting to freak me out, dude.

[After recieving the instructions from the tape and the timer starts.]

Mallick:
Nobody has to die?

Luba:
No, no, no, it says: Don't listen to your instincts., That means don't go for the keys.

Mallick:
You f***ing nuts?!

Ashley:
How are we supposed to live if we don't go for the keys?

Luba:
Maybe, It's testing our endurance.---

Charles:
We gotta move there [pointing to where they go.], That timer's connected to those jars.

Brit:
No, It didn't say anything about those jars. They could be nothing.---

Ashley:
They're nail bombs. Homemade, probably C-4.

Mallick:
How the f*** do you know that?

Charles:
She's a fire inspector. She's seen all kinds of demented sh*t.

Ashley:
How do you know me?

[Charles doesn't respond.]

Mallick:
Hey, man, she's asking you a question. How do you know her?

[Charles is still not responding.]

Mallick:
How do you know her?! Answer me!

Brit:
Look, let's just keep our cool. Okay?, we can figure this out.

Luba:
We're all here for a reason. Okay, and we're all connected, as the message said. We just need to-- [Luba stops and turns to Brit.] What did you do?

Brit:
You go first.

Luba:
I-It said that we were all born with advantages. Right? That means we're all for money.

[None of them doesn't respond.]

Ashley:
I'm not.

Charles:
And neither am I.

Mallick:
Hey, nice f***ing try, Nancy Drew.

Luba:
Well, then, what does it mean?

Ashley:
We all did something wrong with an advantage from birth. That doesn't have to mean money.

Mallick:
What are you not telling us? Huh? You know about her, what do you know about the rest of us?

[Charles doesn't respond.]

Mallick:
Would you f***ing talk to me?!

Charles:
Relax!

Mallick:
I am f***ing relaxed!

Charles:
It's a game, tweaker! Get it? The less you know about me, the better. The reason why [Charles grabs Mallick's burnt arm and show it to him.] you f***ed up your charmed existence is pretty obvious to everyone, isn't it?

[Mallick lets go of his arm.]

Mallick:
F*** you! F*** you!

Charles:
You've been playing with matches again, have we?

Mallick:
F*** all of you and your f***ing plan!

[Mallick panics and runs through the keys.]

Luba:
Not yet!

[Charles pulls Mallick's collar to stop him, causing the timer to start.]

[After Ashley is decapitated by the trap.]

Charles:
[to Mallick.] Unless you wanna be shredded when those bombs go off. I suggest we move on.

[Charles and Luba enter the next room, as Brit collects the keys.]

Mallick:
What are you doing?

Brit:
Being smart.

Dan Erickson:
Peter. What are you doing here?

Peter Strahm:
Just, uh... Grabbing some stuff from the office. I'm-I'm taking your advice.

Dan Erickson:
[Unconvinced] Taking some time off, huh?

Peter Strahm:
Yeah, well... [Points to the bandage on his neck] I-I have to heal up, you know.

Dan Erickson:
[Still unconvinced] Mm-hmm.

Peter Strahm:
You know. I'll keep in touch. I'll see ya around.

[Mallick enters the next room, and begins to close the door.]

Charles:
Not yet!

[Mallick stops.]

Brit:
Don't close the door. It'll set off the timer.

Mallick:
Do you know that for sure?

Brit:
Educated guess.

Luba:
What we need to do is figure out who everyone is?

Brit:
Okay, well, we know that the dead woman worked for the fire department.---

Charles:
Not anymore! She got canned a month ago.

Mallick:
How the f*** do you...? How the f*** do you know that? You're responsible for this? She had her f***ing head cut off! I'm closing the door!, I'm gonna close the f***ing door!

Brit:
Just be quiet!, [Mallick stops.] Please? [turns to Luba.] What's your story?

Luba:
I work for the Department of City Planning.

Brit:
Married? Kids?

Luba:
No, and no. Your turn.

Charles:
Uh..., You're not gonna tell them about Daddy?

Luba:
My dad is... Richard Gibbs.

Mallick:
The owner of the Cougars?---

Charles:
He's been trying to build a new stadium for years. Little did he know all he had to do is wait for his daughter to get a job in City Planning.

Mallick:
[to Brit.] And you. Huh? What about you? What sort of shady sh*t have you been up to? Huh?

Brit:
I'm a senior V.P. for a real estate development company.

Mallick:
So you're boring too. Hmm?

[Charles laughs.]

Luba:
The Marshvard Group. Yeah, you can't get a permit in this town without going through the Department of City Planning. Right?

Brit:
No, you can't.

Luba:
What about you?

Mallick:
Uh..., No wife, No kids that I know of, No job.

Charles:
Trust-fund baby. Anyone surprised?---

Mallick:
I'm so f***ing sick of your self-righteousness, man!

Brit:
Your turn.

Charles:
I'm an investigative journalist for The Herald.

Mallick:
The Herald? That's your massive accomplishment? You work for a gossip rag?

Charles:
Bite your f***ing tongue.

[They look at the jars.]

Brit:
What the hell are in those jars?

Charles:
Let's do this f***ing thing before the bombs go off.

[Charles closes the door, as the bombs on the first room explode.]

Mallick:
F***!

[Mallick breaks a jar with a pole. Brit collects a key from it.]

Brit:
F***. It's a blank. [Looks at the locks] I need a shape.

[Charles hits Mallick with a pole]

Charles:
Get your hands off that! You're not going anywhere!

[Charles begins to beat Mallick with the pole.]

Luba:
Stop it!

[Luba attack Charles, only to be thrown to the floor.]

Charles:
Get a clue, you f***ing b*tch! It's survival of the fittest!

[Charles begins breaking all the jars. Brit and Luba looks for the right keys.]

Brit:
[Examining the keys] Blank.

Luba:
[Examining the keys] Blank.

Brit:
[Discovers a fitting key] I got it.

[Brit sees Luba get a key and goes into a shelter. Mallick tries to get a fitting key from the floor, but Charles steps on his hand.]

Charles:
Better luck next time, rich boy.

[Luba hits Charles with a pole, knocking him to the floor.]

Luba:
Survival of the fittest, my ass!

[Mallick takes the key. He and Luba enter the shelters. Charles regains consciousness and stands. 0:
03 seconds left.]

Charles:
Wait!

[The room explodes, killing Charles]

Peter Strahm:
[Looking through files of Jigsaw victims] After Seth, you were involved in every investigation. When did you first meet Jigsaw?

[Flashback]

Hoffman:
[Entering an elevator] Going up?

John Kramer:
Yes. Thank you.

[Hoffman notices that only his floor has been selected, and that John is holding something]

Hoffman:
[Reaching for his gun] What floor are you going to?

[John thrusts Hoffman against the wall, jams a syringe into his neck, and injects him with something]

John:
I think we're both going to the same place.

John:
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. [Shows him a newspaper article] Especially inferior work. Like you, I know what it's like to lose family. And I know what it's like to to be able not to protect loved ones. It's a powerless feeling...

[Hoffman pulls on his chair restraints, slowly pulling on the trigger of a double-barreled shotgun aimed at his head]

John:
Oh, I wouldn't do that. [Places a mirror in front of Hoffman showing him the shotgun] Hair trigger. [Regarding Hoffman's reflection] 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.

Hoffman:
You call this a chance?

John:
We'll see. Our game's just begun.

Hoffman:
Our game? You don't even know me.

John:
No. 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. 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 and 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... [Picks up a straight razor]... you have to use tempered steel. Tempering's better for the long haul. You in this for the long haul, Detective?

Hoffman:
I've been a cop for 20 years. Is that long enough for you?

John:
Then you and I both know the statistics for repeat offenders in this city. 67.5% of criminals are back in prison within three years.

Hoffman:
What do you want from me?!

John:
So you might look at what you did to Seth as a kind of public service.

Hoffman:
She was my only family. He didn't deserve a chance! He was an animal!

John:
EVERYBODY deserves a chance!

Hoffman:
You didn't see the blood! You didn't see what he f***ing did to her!

John:
Killing is DISTASTEFUL... to me. [Whispers] There is a better, more efficient, way. [Sits down and puts his finger on the trigger of the shotgun] What do you see? LOOK! What do you see?

Hoffman:
Tell me what you want!

John:
I want to know if you have what it takes to survive.

[John pulls the trigger. One hammer falls on an empty barrel]

Hoffman:
F*** you! F*** you.

John:
You see. It's a different method I'm talking about. If a subject survives my method, he or she is instantly rehabilitated. Now, you want a chance? [Hoffman nods] You want a chance? I'll give you a chance. [Stands; looks in the mirror] 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.

Hoffman:
So this is blackmail?

John:
No, no, no, no, no. This is redemption. [Begins cutting open Hoffman's restraints with the razor] I'm just giving you one option. That's all. [Sets the razor on a table in front of Hoffman] Now, you can arrest me, but doing so, your life ends as you know it. Or, you could explore... the method of rehabilitation that'll permit you to sleep at night. [Undoes the Shotgun restraint and takes it]

Hoffman:
[looking at the razor] Or I can kill you right now.

John:
But you're not a true killer. That's your dilemma. The information I have on you is exactly where it needs it to be. And it will be released in the event of my disappearance.

Hoffman:
They'll never believe your word over mine. [Takes the razor]

John:
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? [Opens the shotgun, revealing that the left barrel was loaded] How would your sister feel? We're at a crossroads, detective. Make your choice.

[Flashback]'

Hoffman:
You're assuming this is going to play out the way you want it to.

John:
I assume nothing. I anticipate the possibilities and... I let the game play out.

Hoffman:
Then why do you need Amanda in the game?

John:
To ensure that the rules are followed. She won't make decisions for anyone. She will just... offer choices.

Hoffman:
That leaves a lot to chance.

John:
If you're good at anticipating the human mind... it leaves nothing to chance.

Brit:
What'd you do to get here?

Mallick:
I... I did something and a bunch of people were killed. I didn't mean to. They're still dead. So...

Luba:
That's why you're here?

Mallick:
Yeah.

Luba:
Shouldn't you have gone to jail for something like that?

Mallick:
Nobody else knows.

Brit:
[Points at a camera] Somebody does.

Luba:
I didn't kill anybody if that's what you're asking.

Brit:
I wasn't.

Luba:
I grant building permits. And yes, some people might have been more deserving than others. But you know what? That's the business. Someone tells you different, they're just stupid. Or naive. Or both.

Mallick:
Bullshit. You take bribes. You're a f***ing liar. You cheat people. That's not nice.

Luba:
Yeah, well. I'm sure she's not exactly Mother Teresa either.

Brit:
No, I'm not. I build condos in one of the most densely populated cities in the country. You don't put up a new building without tearing down a few old ones.

Mallick:
So, we're all bags of sh*t that deserve to be here. That's good. That's great. F***ing great.

Brit:
So is that what you think this is? You don't think there's any other connection?

Mallick:
No, I do. I do. And I don't give a sh*t. Close the f***ing door. We have to hear the rules.

[Brit shuts the door]

Tape:
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 door forever. Who will bridge the gap? The choice is yours.

Mallick:
It's gonna reach. How the f*** are going to do this? Come on!

Luba:
You're gonna get in the tub. And we're going to connect the five cords to you.

Mallick:
But you're gonna kill me, too.

Luba:
Get in.

Mallick:
[Sarcastically] Yeah, I'm more of a shower guy. I don't think I'm gonna do that right now...

Luba:
Get in the f***ing tub!

Mallick:
[flips her two middle fingers] F*** you, you b*tch! You get in the f***ing tub!

[Luba swings a pole at him. He stumbles into the bath, realizing her intentions]

Mallick:
No, no, no, no! Don't do it. Please, no. [Brit stabs Luba in the neck with a hairpin] You killed her. You f***ing killed her.

Brit:
I didn't trust her.

Mallick:
Jesus Christ. What is it with you two?

Brit:
Just shut up and help me with the body.

[Flashback]

Hoffman:
What's going on with Amanda? Didn't you tell me the only way to truly offering enlightenment is by not attaching emotionally?

John:
But you can have something Amanda doesn't: anonymity. That's 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 that 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.

Hoffman:
Amanda will fail you.

John:
We'll see. [hands him a folder]

Hoffman:
What's this?

John:
It's time to play a game.

Brit:
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 tubes were large enough for more than one person. We were supposed to work together so we all survived. That's the game!

Mallick:
"Your lifelong instincts will tell you to do one thing but I implore you to do the opposite." Oh, god. Whoops.

Brit:
Yeah... [Sees nine seconds left on the timer] Big f***ing whoops!

Brit:
The fire. It's what connects us. The fire inspector who worked the 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.

Mallick:
Nobody cared? Eight people and their families cared! The Feds cared! Look at my f***ing arm! I CARED! I CARED!

Brit:
But you didn't face justice. None of us did.

Mallick:
W-why did they all do it? Why? What 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?! You're a monster!

Brit:
So are you.

Mallick:
We both deserve to be here!

[Erickson finds Brit at the final game after she slams a hook onto a desk]

Dan Erickson:
Drop it! I said drop it!

[Erickson walks around the desk and sees her bleeding on the floor]

Dan Erickson:
Who did this to you? Who did this to you?

Brit:
[Weakly] We won. We won. We worked together. We did it. We were connected...

[Brit passes out]

Dan Erickson:
[On headset] I need immediate medical assistance. 1293 Sandburst Drive.

Peter Strahm:
Tell me how to open it! How do I open it?!

[Hoffman points to the tape player on the floor. Strahm picks it up and plays it]

Tape:
However, if you choose not to, you will never be heard from again. Your body will never be found. You will simply vanish.

[The Box begins to rotate into the floor]

Tape:
I ask you, Special Agent Strahm: Have you learned enough to trust me?

[Flashback]

Tape:
[Narrating] Will you heed my warning? For if you do not...

Peter Strahm:
F*** you.

Tape:
[Narrating] ...this room will forever be your tomb.

[Present]

Tape:
And my legacy will become yours.

[Flashback]

John:
If you're good at anticipating the human mind...

Jill Tuck:
I think I'm being followed.

Dan Erickson:
Who would be following you?

Peter Strahm:
I want to talk to Jill Tuck one last time.

Hoffman:
He suspected someone on the inside.

[Strahm and Erickson meet at FBI]

John:
...it leaves nothing to chance.

Peter Strahm:
We were all supposed to die. You were supposed to be the "hero."

[Present]

Tape:
Make your choice.

[Strahm realizes the room itself is the trap as the room starts to close]

Dan Erickson:
Cowan... Yeah, 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.

[Strahm tries to shoot the Box open, to no avail]

Peter Strahm:
Tell me how to stop it, you son of a b*tch! [shoots three more times] I know who you are! I KNOW!

[Strahm climbs the converging walls and tries to escape through the ceiling vent while the Box is lowered safely into the floor. Strahm's left arm is caught between the walls, breaking violently and showering his blood onto the coffin. Hoffman looks away as the walls come to a close.]

Do You Want To Play A Game?

His Message Is Righteous. His Love Is Everlasting. His Gift Is Life.

If It's Halloween, It Must Be Saw...

In The End All The Pieces Will Fit Together

This Halloween Belongs To Saw V

You Won't Believe How It Ends.

[Flashback]

Hoffman:
[Seth] didn't deserve a chance, he was an animal!

John:
Everybody deserves a chance!

[Flashback]

Hoffman:
I didn't expect the feeling of remorse.

John:
The heart cannot be involved. Emotionally, there can be nothing there. It can never be personal.