Most scenes together: Logan Nelson & Detective Halloran (3), Detective Halloran & Keith Hunt (3), Anna & Ryan (3)
Jigsaw (2017) quotes
Page 1 of 3'Edgar Munson: I gotta choose who lives or dies! I'm not **** dying!
YOU NEED TO CUT YOURSELF!
Supposedly, John Kramer had designed to built this game that takes place before the others.
Ryan.
What's your sin, Ryan?
I sold bad mortgages. I sold good coke, cheated on my taxes, cheated on my wife. Both of them. So you know, nothing that bad. What's your story, Lolipop?
Oh bullshit!
WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED FOR SOMETHING THAT HE DID?! HUH?!
If he hadn't fallen asleep, he wouldn't have rolled over and suffocated our baby.
But it wasn't my fault.
An offering of blood? (Touches sawblade and it cuts her. The buckethead comes off after it turns green. Then, she turns to Mitch) Cut yourself! You need to cut yourself! He wants blood, and you're free!
YES! HOLY SHIT!
I CAN'T!
CUT YOURSELF! YOU NEED TO CUT YOURSELF! CUT YOURSELF!
John Kramer's been dead for 10 years, Enough of this John Kramer bullshit.
Uh you may wanna rethink that.
Why? What's going on?
Let's just say you can call of that hunt for Edgar Munsen
Edgar, what the **** are you doing? You put down that remote.
I can't!
What's that for?
The game has just getting started
What game?
His game! His rules! I gotta choose who lives or dies! THEM OR ME!
I got him! Should I take it?
No, no, no, no! Target the remote. Because if he moves the trigger and it will blow up to shit.
I'm telling you they're five!
Halloran': EDGAR!
WHO ELSE IS THERE?!
TELL US WHAT'S GOING ON?! WHO'S CONTROLLING YOU?!
I'm not **** dying! (Pulls the trigger)
Okay, which one of you assholes shot him in the chest?
The game! It's started!
Oh! Logan, have mercy.
Like you just had mercy on me, when you started our game just now? Pushing my button? Saving yourself.
Did you know that pigs are highly compassionate animals? They show distress if they see any other animal, including humans, suffering.
What about you, John? Where's your compassion?
We all have a thumb on the scale, Anna... For good or for evil. You've been weighing in on the wrong side of the scale. Both of you.
Why did he ask for you?
We were good friends. I've put him away twice.
You started a suspect list with Munson's associates.
This is not gonna end well. Hungry?
Cellphone's off for a reason, Halloran.
What do you think, Elanor?
I don't know. He looks a little pale.
Let's get this thing off
Someone must be studying up on John Kramer. Copycat?
Hope not. Jigsaw's been dead for 10 years.
What kind of firearm do you use?
Glock 22. Most cops do. Except Halloran. He's got a 17.
Why was Edgar Munsen free? Because he was your criminal informant. And years ago, you let him walk free. Edgar Munsen killed my wife.
You don't know that. It was never proven. This won't bring your family back. John Kramer gave people a chance to win the game. A choice.
You have a choice: scream, or don't.
Hey, Logan, Logan, Logan, hey... Look, I can help you, I can... I-- I can do things for you...
Can you bring my wife back?
...doesn't matter what I say, does it?
I created a game that appeared to be bearable to Jigsaw. (Flashback shows Edgar Munsen waking up and Logan Nelson sitting on his desk and using John Kramer's voice on a computer)
Hello, Edgar. You're about to play a game. Five lives are in your hands. Follow my instructions exactly.
I gotta choose who lives or dies! Them or me! I'M NOT **** DYING!
What kind of firearm do you use?
Glock 22? Most cops do. Except Halloran. He's got a 17.
Nine One Nineteen Parabellum. That's a Glock 17.
The blood under the fingernail of our first victim. It's John Kramer's blood.
Some would think it's Jigsaw. Some will suspect you. But no one will suspect me.
Okay, we need to bring him in, now!
Because Eleanor will provide my alibi. Ten years ago I came out of the war a broken man. Jigsaw put the pieces of my life back together again.
He gave my life purpose.
We can never come from anger, or from vengeance. You taught me that.
But then there will be no justice.
Ah, but there will. Because we'll speak for the dead.
Together, we built a legacy. Now I speak for the lives ruined by people like you. Murderers. Rapists. Their victims appear on my table because of you.
I speak for the dead. (Slams door shut)
What's going on?
You're about to play a game.
No, no! What are you doing, John, what are you doing?!
It's a final test.
I already passed your test -- look at my **** leg!
That wasn't your test, Ryan. And that wouldn't have been necessary if you'd simply played by the rules. But you don't like rules, do you?
Do you want me to show mercy? Or whoever wouldn't want to take a single step towards confessing. You know, who's not responsible for one death, but for three? You've lied with wreck less deceit. You started with high school. But it only grew worse.
You've lied to the authorities multiple times, Ryan, pinning the blame solemnly on the driver. Your deceit's best friend. You know what you did to his family? Hmmm? And you've only gotten worse over the years.
Okay, I did it. Okay, I **** did it! I did it but, it was so long ago. I wanna live... I wanna live!
As do I, Ryan. As do we all. But things happen.
Were it not for a careless mistake by a resident at the hospital I was in... my cancer could've been diagnosed a lot sooner. It was simply the wrong name on an x-ray. Would've saved me a whole lot of hardship. And you, Anna?
Hey! Look at me, John! Look, you know me! Please, don't do this to me!
We were neighbors. Anna and I. My first chemo obsession became difficult at the least. Anna and her husband, Matthew we're so kind and so supportive. I thank you for that.
Why are you doing this to me?
John Kramer': Those were better days for you, won't they, Anna. But your poor husband, Matthew... I know the two of you don't just get along. But after you endure that tragedy for the death of a child... It's one of life's greatest burdens, isn't it? Only if he hadn't fallen asleep that night, and he wouldn't have rolled over and uh suffocated your baby. That is what happened, right, Anna?
SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! (Grabs the pillows and finally snapped)
I mean, it's horrible. How horrible... to have to live with such a thing.
You could've make a person go mad, didn't it?
What are you gonna do to us?
Me? I'm not gonna do anything. You have to simply accept responsibility. (John opens a box to see a set of razor wire blades) For who you are.