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.

