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]
Dr. Gordon's time is up.
[Present]
Listen carefully, if you will; there are rules.
[Flashback]
Why?
It's the rules.
[Present]
[the corpse in the room stands, peeling off the latex bullet wound cap] [points to the bathtub]
Key to that chain... is in the bathtub.
[Flashback]
[the key goes down the drain when Adam accidentally unplugs it]
He's a very interesting person. His name's John.
He has an inoperable frontal lobe tumor.
I'm sick from the disease eating away at me inside.
Sounds like our friend Jigsaw.
I'm sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings.
Looks like our guy likes to book himself front row seats to his own sick little games.
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]
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you... Not anymore. [Adam screams] Game over! [shuts the door]
