Saw V2008

[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***!