Tape:
Hello, Mr. Hindle... or, as they called you around the hospital: Zep. I want you to make a choice. There's a slow-acting poison coursing through your system, to which only I have the antidote for. Will you murder a mother and her child to save yourself?
[Flashback]
Zep Hindle:
Dr. Gordon's time is up.
[Present]
Tape:
Listen carefully, if you will; there are rules.
[Flashback]
Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
Why?
Zep Hindle:
It's the rules.
[Present]
[the corpse in the room stands, peeling off the latex bullet wound cap]
Jigsaw:
[points to the bathtub] Key to that chain... is in the bathtub.
[Flashback]
[the key goes down the drain when Adam accidentally unplugs it]
Zep Hindle:
He's a very interesting person. His name's John.
Dr. Lawrence Gordon:
He has an inoperable frontal lobe tumor.
Jigsaw:
I'm sick from the disease eating away at me inside.
Detective Allison Kerry:
Sounds like our friend Jigsaw.
Jigsaw:
I'm sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings.
Detective Allison Kerry:
Looks like our guy likes to book himself front row seats to his own sick little games.
Tape:
Hello, Mark - Paul - Amanda - Zep - Adam - Dr. Gordon. I want to play a game.
[Present]
[Adam tries to shoot Jigsaw, only to be given an electric shock that zaps the gun out of his hand]
Jigsaw:
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you... Not anymore. [Adam screams] Game over! [shuts the door]
Adam Stanheight:
[screams] Don't! Don't! No! [screams fade out]
