Saw V

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Saw V is a 2008 horror film and the fifth film in the Saw film series. Detective Hoffman is seemingly the last person to carry on the late Jigsaw's legacy. When his identity as Jigsaw's apprentice is threatened, he goes on the hunt to eliminate all the loose ends.

Directed by David Hackl. Written by Patrick Melton and Marcus Dunstan.
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Spoiler warning: Plot, ending, or solution details follow.

John Kramer/Jigsaw

Quotes

  • [To Hoffman as he tries to escape his trap] I wouldn't do that. [About the shotgun aimed at Hoffman's head] Hair trigger.
  • Everbody deserves a chance!
  • 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.
  • You can dispense justice. You can give people a chance to value their lives in the same moment.
  • Killing is distasteful to me!
  • [On killing] There is a better, more efficient way.
  • I am the man you call Jigsaw.
  • Tonight, you'll see the difference between killing and rehabilitation.
  • I assume nothing. I anticipate the possibilities and I let the game play out.
  • If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance.

Tapes

Current tapes

  • 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.
  • [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, hopefully. 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.
  • Hello and welcome. From birth, you were all given the advantages of few others. Yet, through poor moral decisions, you've used these advantages to selfishly futher 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 pedastals 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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?

From flashbacks

  • Hello Agent Perez. And welcome to the world that you have long studied. Heed my warning, Agent Perez: Your next move is critical.
  • Hello, Paul. Did you cut yourself because you truly wanted to die-- or did you just want some attention? Tonight, you'll show me. If you want to live, you'll have to cut yourself again. How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Paul?

Detective Mark Hoffman

Quotes

  • [Rigg] tried to help but he didn't make it. Nobody made it.
  • [Promotion acceptance speach] 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 a backbone to every peaceful society. And I believe that true justice has been served.
  • My department's gone. They're all dead.
  • [to Strahm] Read the papers. I saved a little girl.
  • I've been chasing Jigsaw from the beginning; and I got him. So, unless you've got something else to say, back the fuck off.
  • [To Jigsaw in a flashback] What do you want from me?!
  • [About Strahm] He was theorizing on the possibility of another accomplice to Jigsaw- other than Amanda Young. Someone who might be currently unknown.

As Jigsaw

  • Hello, Seth. I want to play a game. Right now, you are feeling helpless. This is the same helplessness you bestowed upon others. But now, it's unto 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.
  • 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: have you learned anything in 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: 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 will have a chance of survival.

[Strahm stops the tape here, then plays the rest of it later after throwing Hoffman into the box]

  • 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 not, this room will forever be your tomb. And my legacy will become yours. Make your choice.

Agent Peter Strahm

  • Fuck you.
  • [Discovering his head is in a clear, glass box] Hey! Help! HELP! HELP! [The box begins to fill with water]'
  • [Looking at the site of Seth's murder] You murdered him and set it up to look like a Jigsaw trap.
  • [Looking at a picture of Paul Stahlberg's corpse] How'd they get you?
  • We were all supposed to die. You were supposed to be the hero.
  • [Locking Hoffman in the Glass Box] I got you, you motherfucker.
  • [Last words] I know who you are! I KNOW!

Others

  • 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.
  • Luba: [After hitting Charles with a pole] Survival of the fittest, my ass!
  • Brit: [After killing Luba] I didn't trust her.
  • Brit: We won. We won. We worked together...

Dialogue

[Strahm finds Jeff in the Sick Room after killing Jigsaw]
Peter Strahm: Let me see your hands. Let me see your hands!
Jeff: WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER, YOU--
[Jeff points his gun at Strahm. Strahm shoots Jeff twice. Jeff falls, dead]

[Trapped in the Sick Room by Hoffman, Strahm discovers a secret entrance/exit in a wall with a tape hanging inside]
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.
[Strahm looks at John's corpse]
Peter Strahm: Fuck you.

[Hoffman exits the Gideon Factory with Corbett (Jeff's daughter)]
Hoffman: [To the police] She's ok.
Corbett: Where's my dad?
Hoffman: It's going to be OK.
Corbett: Where's my mom?
[A police officer carries Corbett from Hoffman, and Hoffman goes to Fisk. Corbett is carried to an ambulance]
Doctor: [To Corbett] Are you ok?
Fisk: Hoffman. [To the attending nurse] I got him. [To Hoffman] Did you get them all? What the hell happened? Where's Rigg?
Hoffman: He tried to help... he didn't make it. Nobody made it.
Woman: We got a live one!
[Strahm is wheeled by on a stretcher]

Jill Tuck: It's nice to meet you, Mr. Feldman. Why am I here?
Dr. Feldman: 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.
[Dr. Feldman pulls out a folder and opens it, revealing a videotape. He puts it in a VCR and plays it.]
John: [Over tape] 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, hopefully. 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... 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. [The tape ends]
[Dr. Feldman places a large box in front of Jill. She opens it and reacts extremely seriously.]
Dr. Feldman: Ms. Tuck, if you don't mind... what's in the box?
Jill: Thank you for your time, Mr. Feldman.

Agent Erickson: Sorry about Agent Perez. Shouldn't you be resting?
Peter Strahm: I'm fine, Erickson.
Agent Erickson: No, you're not, Peter. That's why I put you on medical leave.
Peter Strahm: I was supposed to die in that trap.
Agent Erickson: You never should've been there without backup.
Peter Strahm: I want to talk to Jill Tuck one last time.
Agent Erickson: You're no longer handling the case, Peter.
Peter Strahm: What?
Agent Erickson: [Hands him a slip of paper] Read it. [Strahm reads it, then looks at him, shocked] Over a dozen dead bodies were recovered at the scene, two of which were cops.
Peter Strahm: Jigsaw's dead! How many lives did I inevitably save?
Agent Erickson: By endangering yourself and others? You're off the case.
Peter Strahm: On whose orders?
Agent Erickson: Mine. I'm sorry, Peter. It's over.

[Flashback]
Tape: Hello, Agent Perez. And welcome to the world that you have long studied. Heed my warning, Agent Perez: Your next move is critical. [Whispers] Open the door...
Lindsey Perez: What is that?
[Perez leans in to hear the tape. The Billy puppet explodes in her face]
[Current]
[Hoffman enters]
Hoffman: I'm truly sorry about Agent Perez.
Peter Strahm: She said your name, you know. 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 fucking 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 fuck off. Read the papers. I saved that little girl.

Ashley: Hey, don't move.
Luba: What did you do to me?
Ashley: I didn't do anything.
Mallick: Jigsaw. If I knew this was going to happen to me. This is what he does!
Brit: It's not Jigsaw. He's dead. Haven't you been watching TV lately?
Luba: Yeah, well whoever it is... [Points to a camera on the wall] they're watching us.
Brit: Make sure we follow the rules.
Ashley: Which are what?
Charles: [As Mallick tries to pull of his collar] I wouldn't do that if I were you. Unless you want your head to pop off like a dandelion.
Mallick: How do you know that?
Charles: Because I have eyes. [About the test] One pull pin will start the timer for all of us. You won't want to do that unless you know how it works, would you?
Mallick: This shit is freakin' me out, dude.
[The TV in the room turns on]
Tape: Hello and welcome. From birth, you've all given the advantages of few others. Yet, through poor moral decisions, you've used these advantages to selfishly futher 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 pedastals 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.
[The 15:00 timer begins]
Mallick: Somebody has to die.
Luba: No, it says don't listen to your instincts. That means don't go for the keys.
Mallick: Are you fucking 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've got to move quick. That timer is connected to those jars.
Brit: No, it didn't say anything about those jars. It could be nothing--
Ashley: They're nail-bombs. Home-made. Probably C4.
Mallick: How the fuck do you know that?
Charles: She's a fire inspector. She's seen all kinds of demented shit.
Ashley: How do you know me?
Mallick: Hey, man. She's asking you a question. How do you know her? How do you know her?! ANSWER ME!
Brit: Look, let's just keep our cool. Maybe we can figure this out.
Luba: We're all here for a reason. We're all connected. That's what the message said. [Looks at Brit] What did you do?
Brit: You go first.
Luba: It-it-it said we were all born with advantages, right? Means we were born for money.
Ashley: I'm not.
Charles: And neither have I.
Mallick: Nice fucking try, Nancy Drew.
Luba: Well, then what does it mean?
Ashley: Well, we all have something wrong with the advantage you were given from birth. That doesn't have to mean money.
Mallick: [To Charles] What are you not telling us? Huh? You know about her. What do you know about the rest of us? Will you fucking talk to me?!
Charles: RELAX.
Mallick: I am fucking relaxed!
Charles: It's a game! Get it? The less you know about me, the better. The reason why you've fucked up your child existences is pretty obvious to everyone, isn't it? [Exposes a burn mark on Mallick's arm]
Mallick: Fuck you. Fuck you! [Flips him off]
Charles: Been playing with matches again, have we?
Mallick: Fuck you. Fuck all of you!
[Mallick runs for a key]
Luba: Not yet!
[Mallick pulls the trigger tab. The timer activates]

[After Ashley's decapitation ends the game.]
Charles: Unless you want to be shredded when those nail bombs go off, I suggest we move on.
[Brit starts to collect the remaining keys]
Mallick: What are you doing?
Brit: Being smart.

[As Strahm leaves FBI Headquarters]
Agent Erickson: Peter. What are you doing here?
Peter Strahm: Just, uh... Grabbing some stuff from the office. I'm-I'm taking your advice.
Agent Erickson: [Unconvinced] Taking some time off, huh?
Peter Strahm: Yeah, well... [Points to the hole in his neck] I-I have to heal up, you know.
Agent Erickson: [Still unconvinced] Mm-hmm.
Peter Strahm: You know. I'll keep in touch. See ya around.
[Strahm leaves]

[Flashback]
Fisk: Hoffman. We got another body. Looks like another Jigsaw victim. You up for this?
Hoffman: Yeah.
[Discovering both halves of Seth's corpse]
Fisk: Typical murder convict. Served five years. Just released last month.
Hoffman: I know him. His name's Seth Baxter. My sister's ex-boyfriend.
Fisk: This is the guy that murdered your sister?
Hoffman: He was sentenced to 25 years. But it reduced to five on a technicality.
Fisk: Well, then I would say justice was served.
[Current]
Peter Strahm: You killed him, made it look like a Jigsaw trap. I got you.

[Entering another room]
Charles: [As Mallick prepares to shut the door] Not yet!
Brit: Don't close the door. It'll set off the timer.
Mallick: You don't know that for sure.
Brit: Educated guess.
Luba: We need to just figure out who everyone is.
Brit: Well, we know the dead woman worked for the fire department.
Charles: Not anymore. She got capped a month ago.
Mallick: How the fuck do you- How the fuck do you know that? You're responsible for this sh--! YOU HAD HER FUCKING HEAD CUT OFF! I'm closing the door! I'm gonna close the fucking door!
Brit: Just be quiet. Please. [Mallick listens. Looks over to Luba] What's your story?
Luba: I work for the Department of City Planning.
Brit: Married? Kids?
Luba: No. And no. [To Charles] Your turn.
Charles: I... You're not going to 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 was to wait for his daughter to get a job in city planning!
Mallick: And you? What about you? What sort of shady shit have you been up to?
Brit: I'm a senior VP for a real estate development company.
Mallick: So you're boring, too.
Luba: The marsh of our group. You know you can't get permit in this town without going to city planning. Right?
Brit: No, you can't.
Luba: [To Mallick] What about you?
Mallick: No wife, no kids that I know of, no job.
Charles: Trust fund, baby. Anyone surprised?
Mallick: I'm so fucking sick of your self-righteousness, man!
Brit: Your turn.
Charles: I'm an investigative journalist for The Herald.
Mallick: The Herald? That's surprise you offer me? A gossip ride?
Charles: Mind your fucking tone.
Brit: [Looking up] What the hell are in those jars?
Charles: Let's do this fucking thing before the bombs go off.
[The door from the previous room shuts. The nail bomb explodes]
Mallick: Fuck!
[The TV turns on]
Tape: Hello. And welcome to the next lesson. These walls hold four chambers. These chambers offer saftey. 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.
[The 1:00 timer begins]
Mallick: Fuck!
Luba: Oh, my god.
[Mallick breaks a jar with a pole. Brit collects a key from it.]
Brit: Fuck. It's a blank. [Looks at the locks] I need a shape.
[Charles hits Mallick with a pole]
Charles: It's decided on! 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 fucking bitch! It's survival of the fittest!
[Charles begins breaking all the jars. Brit looks for the right keys.]
Brit: [Examining the keys] Blank. Blank. [Discovers a fitting key] You got it.
[Brit sees Luba get a key and goes into a shelter. Mallick tries to get a 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]

Peter Strahm: [Looking through files of Jigsaw victims] After Seth, you were involved in every investigation. [Sighs] When did you first meet Jigsaw?
[Flashback]
Hoffman: [Entering an elevator] Going up?
John Kramer: Yes. Thank you.
[The elevator begins going down.]
Hoffman: What floor are you going to?
[John attacks Hoffman and injects him with something]
John: I think we're both going to the same place.

John Kramer: 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 regarding Seth's death] 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] 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. You can 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, 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 would-be defenders 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 FUCKING 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 tigger 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.
[After a tense moment, John pulls the trigger. The gun isn't loaded]
Hoffman: Fuck you. Fuck you.
John: You see. It's a different method I'm talking about. If the 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. I know who you are. And I know what you've done.
Hoffman: So this is blackmail?
John: No, no, no, no, no. [Kneels in front of Hoffman] This is your future. I'm just giving you one option. That's all. Now, you can arrest me, but in doing so, your life ends as you know it. Or, you can explore the method of rehabilitation that'll permit you to sleep at night. [Cuts open Hoffman's restraints with a scalpel]
Hoffman: 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 I need it to be. And it will be released in the event of my disappearance.
Hoffman: I'll never believe your word over mine. [Grabs the scalpel]
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? [Unloads the shotgun, revealing that only one barrel was loaded] How would your sister feel? We're at a crossroads, detective. Make your choice.

Agent Erickson: Detective Hoffman, this is Special Agent Erickson. You had something you needed to discuss about the Jigsaw case.
Hoffman: Yes. I stopped by Agent Strahm's room tonight at the hospital tonight but he wasn't there. I hope he's all right.
Agent Erickson: Oh, yeah. He's fine.
Hoffman: Agent Strahm was theorizing about the possibility of an additional accomplice to Jigsaw. Other than Amanda Young. Someone who might be currently unknown. Did he ever mention anything like that to you?
Agent Erickson: No. Then again, I knew the case.
Hoffman: Yeah? Well, maybe you can get him to contact me at his earliest convience.
Agent Erickson: Will do. And, in his theorizing, who exactly did you suspect to be an accomplice?
Hoffman: Well, he suspected someone on the inside. Someone with access.
Agent Erickson: That's an interesting theory. Detective, what do you say we reconnect in the morning?
Hoffman: You got it.

[After emerging from the bombed room. They examine Charles' remains.]
Brit: The guy was an asshole but he was smart. We could've used him.
Luba: Well, someone had to die. Would you rather it have been you?
[Mallick begins coughing and runs off]

[After a flashback to the Razor-Wire Maze from Saw]
Hoffman: I didn't expect to feel any remorse.
John: The heart cannot be involved. Emotionally, there can be nothing there. It can never be personal.
Hoffman: Let's go. [Walks forward]
John: No. [Pushes him backward] You're not done, yet. Tonight, you will see the differene between killing and rehabilitation.
Hoffman: [Watches] There's another detective that you should be aware of. His name's Tapp. He's smart. He's getting closer.
John: I know who he is. I need you to lead him to somewhere for me. A doctor. A healer who needs some healing.
[Flashback]
Detective David Tapp: Is this yours, Doctor? [Holds up Lawrence Gordon's penlight]

[Setting up the House Trap from Saw II]
Hoffman: We're assuming this is going to play out the way you want it.
John: [Adjusting the Revolver Door Trap] I assume nothing. I anticipate the possibilities and 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: [Looking through the peephole] A little to the left. [John moves the revolver.] That leaves it up to chance.
[John goes to position the first tape in a wall]
John: If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance. [Hoffman finishes adjusting the revolver] It's time.

Mallick: [Entering a room with a dirty rotting bathtub and a timer set for 15:00] Jesus Christ.
[Brit and Luba enter]
Luba: Great. More walls.
Brit: All right, 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 stone dead. So, that's...
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.
[A short pause. Brit's eyes are on Luba]
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 fucking liar. You cheat people. That's not nice.
Luba: Yeah. But I'm sure she's not exactly Mother Teresa either.
Brit: No, I'm not.
Mallick: I don't give a shit. Where's the fucking doll where we have to hear the rules?
[The door shuts]
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 doors forever. Who will bridge the gap? The choice is yours. [The timer starts]
Mallick: Jesus Christ. [Tries to connect the cords] This isn't gonna reach. How are going to fucking do this? Come on! [Luba swings a pole at him. He stumbles into the bath, realizing her intentions] No, don't do it! Please, no. [Brit stabs her in the neck with a hairpin] You killed her. You fucking killed her.
Brit: I didn't trust her.

Agent Erickson: Come in.
Receptionist: Sir. Miss Jill Tuck. [Jill enters]
Agent Erickson: [To Jill] Evening. Special Agent Erickson:
Jill: Thank you for seeing me so late in the day.
Agent Erickson: Not a problem. [To a woman in the corner] That'll be all. [She leaves] Please, have a seat. So, what do you need from us?
Jill: I think I'm being followed.
Agent Erickson: Well, that sounds more like police work, Ms. Tuck.
Jill: I don't think they can help me.
Agent Erickson: Because...?
Jill: Because it's you. The FBI.
Agent Erickson: I don't understand.
Jill: It started when John was first identified as Jigsaw. It didn't surprise me then, but I'm still being followed.
Agent Erickson: By who, Ms. Tuck? Who would be following you?
Jill: I think it's the agent who interrogated me.
Agent Erickson: Agent Strahm? [She nods] And why would he be following you?
Jill: I don't know.
Agent Erickson: Who else have you told about this?
Jill: Only you.

Hoffman: What's going on with Amanda? Didn't you tell me the only way to truly offering life is not by attatching emotionally?
John: But you can have something Amanda doesn't. Longevity. 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 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.
[Lynn Denlon shouts in the background]
Lynn Denlon: Who are you?!
Hoffman: Amanda will fail you.
John: We'll see.
Lynn Denlon: What is this?! What are you doing?!
[John hands Hoffman a folder]
Hoffman: What's this?
John: It's time to play a game.
[Hoffman exits through a secret entrance revealed earlier in the film]

Peter Strahm: [In Jigsaw's Sick Room] We were all supposed to die.
[Flashback]
[Rigg opens the door, releasing the ice blocks and smashing Eric Matthews' head]
Art Blank: JIGSAW'S FUCKING TESTING YOU!
Rigg: DON'T FUCKING MOVE! [Shoots Art in the head]
Jeff: WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?! [Strahm shoots him]
Hoffman: He didn't make it. Nobody made it.
[Current]
Peter Strahm: You were supposed to be the hero. [Knocks over Jigsaw's bed]

[Discovering a glass casket-like box with five slots on one side]
Mallick: What the hell is that?
Brit: It's our next nightmare.
Mallick: [Looking through one of the slots] There are blades in here.
Brit: It's connected to the door. When the beaker fills up, the door opens.
Mallick: Fills with what?
Brit: Blood. Our blood. I'm thinking... our wrists are supposed to go in there and fill the beaker.
Mallick: Wait. Why can't we just use the water from the other room?
Brit: No, it's locks are closed. We have to stick our arm in to keep them open but then they get stuck. We need to close that door.
Mallick: So what? We fight to the death and the winner gets freedom with the other person's blood? [Brit walks forward] Wait, wait. Do you still have the keys from that first room?
Brit: Yeah.
Mallick: Try one of them on that door.
Brit: It won't work.
Mallick: No, no. It might. This one has a keyhole.
Brit: [Tries Mallick's suggestion. It doesn't work] It's not even the same lock.
Mallick: [Looks at the beaker] Wait, wait. Why are there five slots on this machine? Shouldn't there be only one?
[Brit examines the keys]
Brit: They all would've worked. [Runs to the previous room]
Mallick: Where are you going?
Brit: Hurry, before the bombs go off.
[In the previous room, with 50 seconds remaining]
Mallick: I don't think this is a good idea.
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 chambers were large enough for more than one person. We were supposed to work together so we all survived. That's the game!
Mallick: [Quoting the first tape] "Your lifelong instincts will tell you to do one thing but I implore you to do the opposite." Oh, god. Whoops.
Brit: [Sees nine seconds left on the timer] Big fucking whoops!
[Brit pulls Mallick out of the room just as the nail-bomb explodes. A tape starts.]
Tape: 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?
[The 15:00 timer begins]
Mallick: Fuck!
Brit: All right. So one person can fill the beaker with ten pints and die. Or two people can fill it with five pints and maybe live. What are we gonna do?

Mallick: I lied. I know the investigative journalist in there. His name was Charles. He was writing a story about what I did.
Brit: What'd you do?
Mallick: A dealer gave me an ounce of heroin to burn down an abandoned building. But it was-- oh, god! It wasn't abandoned. There was eight people in there-- eight people died. And-and the Feds got involved and I got caught but I made a deal and my dad got me off. But the guy who hired me disappeared and nothing happened. Nothing happened.
Brit: The fire. It's what connects us. The fire inspector who worked a bogus accident report. The city planner who pushed through the residential permits. The journalist that buried the investigated 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: W-why did they all do it? 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?!

[Entering a room from the re-decorated house from Saw II, Strahm discovers a large box full of broken glass and a tape.]
Tape: [Hoffman's voice] Hello, Agent Strahm. If you are hearing this, then you have once again found what you are looking for. Or so you think. You dedication is to be commended. But I ask you: have you learned anything in your journey of discovery? As the old addage 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 will have a chance of survival.
[Hoffman enters and finds no sign of Strahm. Strahm ambushes Hoffman and, after a short struggle, locks him into the box]
Peter Strahm: I got you, you motherfucker!

[Erickson finds Brit and Mallick at the final game]
Agent Erickson: Who did this to you? Who did this to you?
Brit: [Weakly] We won... We won... We worked together... [Passes out]

[The door to the room shuts]
Peter Strahm: Tell me how to open it. [Slams the box] 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 lower into the floor] I ask you, Special Agent Strahm: Have you learned enough to trust me?
[Flashback]
Tape: [Current] Will you heed my warning? For if you do not...
Peter Strahm: Fuck you.
Tape: [Current] This room will forever be your tomb. And my legacy will become yours.
John: If you're good at anticipating the human mind...
Jill Tuck: I think I'm being followed.
Agent Erickson: Who would be following you?
Peter Strahm: I want to talk to Jill Tuck one last time.
Hoffman: He suspected there's someone on the inside.
John: [Continued] It leaves nothing to chance.
Peter Strahm: We were all supposed to die. You were supposed to be the hero.
[Current]
Tape: Make your choice.
[Strahm realizes the room itself is a trap as two of the walls begins to close to the center]
Erickson: [On his cell phone] Cowan, 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.
[Back in the compacter room, the Glassbox continues lowering Hoffman into the floor. Strahm tries to shoot through the box, but none of the bullets make it through. He tries to stop the machine from lowering into the floor, but fails.]
Peter Strahm: Tell me how to stop it! You son of a bitch! [Fires at the box again] I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!! I KNOW!
[Hoffman is lowered flatly into the floor as the walls begin closing in. Strahm stands on the converging walls to escape through the ceiling grating. The walls slowly and gorily crush him to death as Hoffman, watching, looks away with a triumphant smile.]

Taglines

  • You Won't Believe How It Ends.
  • His Message Is Righteous. His Love Is Everlasting. His Gift Is Life.
  • This Halloween Belongs To Saw V.
  • Do You Want To Play A Game?
  • If It's Halloween, It Must Be Saw.

Cast:

Tobin Bell- John Kramer/Jigsaw
Costas Mandylor- Mark Hoffman
Scott Patterson- Peter Strahm
Betsy Russell- Jill Tuck
Julie Benz- Brit
Mark Rolston- Agent Dan Erickson
Megan Good- Luba
Carlo Rota- Charles
Greg Byrk- Mallick

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