Hey. This close enough?
Get his ass out of here.
John [Eric starts to leave]
Actually, I will need to remain here while you deal with your problem, Detective Matthews.
What problem?
John The problem in that room.
Played by Tobin Bell 
Saw II (2005) · 57 quotes
Saw II (2005) · 57 quotes
Tied for 4th most-quoted character in Saw II (2005): in 7 of its 57 quotes
Most scenes with: Eric Matthews (7)
Scenes with John Kramer/Jigsaw.
7 scenes John John What the **** is that?! Hey! HEY! WHAT THE **** IS THAT?!
John It's your son Daniel. You remember him, don't you?
I know who he is, you piece of shit! What's he doing on that **** monitor?!
John Well, I haven't looked at the monitors for some time, so it would be hard for me to say, but I would imagine he's cowering in a corner with a look on his face--
You mother****er! [Runs forward - Rigg restrains him] You mother****er! Where is he?! WHERE IS HE?!
John Where is he? That's a problem you're gonna have to solve before it's too late. He has about two hours before the gas creeping into his nervous system begins to break down his body tissue and he begins to bleed from every orifice he has. [Smiles] Oh, yes. There will be blood.
Tell me where he is.
John He's in a safe place.
What do you want with me?
John A little of your time, Detective.
I don't have any time.
John You asked me what I wanted and I told you. Believe me when I tell you your son is in a lot of trouble.
And if I give you a little bit of my time? What then?
John I only want to talk to you. Everyone else must leave. Those are my conditions.
No. It's a crime scene. Nobody leaves.
John They don't have to leave the building. They just have to leave this area long enough for me to talk to you. If you agree to that, then you will see your son again.
If I don't see my son, I swear to god I'll rip your **** head off.
John I don't intend to mock you, Officer, but I'm a cancer patient. How could you possibly put me in any more pain than I'm already in?
Okay. Let's talk.
John Sit down. [Eric grabs a chair and sits in it] I want to play a game. The rules are simple. All you have to do is sit here and talk to me, listen to me. [Eric puts a walkie-talkie on the floor] If you do that long enough, then you will find your son in a safe and secure state. We haven't been properly introduced. My name's John.
I thought you like to be called Jigsaw.
John No. [Laughs] It was the police and the press who coined the nickname Jigsaw. I never encouraged or claimed that. The jigsaw piece that I cut from my subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.
This is all really, really interesting, John. But right now I'd really like for you to talk to me.
John I am talking to you. You're not listening. Don't forget the rules.
I am listening to you, but all I'm getting is the same sick **** bullshit that comes about two seconds into every interview I've ever done with one of you **** people.
John Well, that's an interesting approach to police work, isn't it? Aren't you supposed to be convincing me that I'm your friend, lulling me into a false sense of security so that I'll confide in you?
It's a little hard to follow the manual when you've got my son, John.
John The manual? What do you really want to do to me right now, huh? What would you have done five years ago? Would you have followed the manual then? Would you have broken my jaw with a flashlight?
You seem to know a whole lot about me.
John I know you were once considered a fearless police officer. Do you feel a whole lot safer now that you only sit behind a desk?
I feel a whole lot of things right now.
John But you feel alive. That's what you feel, and that's the point. [Pauses] Would you... kindly get me a glass of water? [Holds up a paper cup] I would very much appreciate that.
John You see, Detective. Darwin's theory of evolution and survival of the fittest, based on his little trip to the Galápagos, no longer applies on this planet. We have a human race that doesn't have the edge or the will to survive.
What the **** do you want?!
John It's hard to remain calm, isn't it? When your son is walking around on those monitors.
I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what the **** it is.
John I told you what it is. Just remember the rules.
No, you said you wanted to talk. Then you said you wanted to play a game. You're talking, but it means NOTHING!!
John What do you think the cure for cancer is, Eric?
What?
John The cure for cancer? What is it?
I don't know what it is, but I know it's not killing and torturing people for your own sick **** pleasure.
John I've never murdered anyone in my life. The decisions are up to them.
Yeah, well, putting a gun to someone's head and forcing them to pull the trigger is still murder.
John Since when has force been a problem for you? Why are you so desperate to get your son back?
'Cause he's my son...
John What's the last thing you said to him before you left him?
[Flashback]
Well, then go!
[Present]
John Seems to me that the knowledge of your son's impending death is causing you to act. Forgive all his sins, to wipe the slate clean. Why is that we're only willing to do that, when a life is at stake?
I've always loved my son. That's never changed.
John No... no... It's changed now. You see, the knowledge of death... changes everything. If I were to tell you the exact date and time of your death... it would shatter your world completely. I know. Can you imagine what it feels like to have someone sit you down and tell you that you're dying? The gravity of that? That the clock's ticking for you. In a split second, your world is cracked open. You look at things differently, smell things differently. You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park.
The clock is ticking, John.
John But most people have the luxury of not knowing when that clock's going to go off. And the irony of it is that that keeps them from really living their life. It keeps them sleepwalking. It keeps them drinking that glass of water, but never really tasting it.
You can still fix this, John.
John Yeah, but can we fix you?
Me?
John I'm not fixable. I've got cancer.
John No. The cancer isn't what started me in my work. It was the moment I decided to end my life... that started me in my work. I had literally driven myself to suicide, and I had failed. My body had not been strong enough to repel cancer cells, yet I had lived through a plunge off a cliff. But, to my amazement, I was alive. And I was determined to spend the rest of my days testing the fabric of human nature. Do you understand, Eric?
You got a chance to do something. Do it right now, John. Just tell me where my son is. I'll help you.
John I don't need your help, and I can tell you still don't understand. Those who don't appreciate life do not deserve life.
My son appreciates his life.
John But do you appreciate yours? Do you appreciate your son's?
John Don't forget the rules. If you want to find your son.
[Eric ignores him and leaves]
John [Eric begins tearing apart and trashing John's files]
How will you get your conviction without all this evidence, Eric?
I don't need this shit to convict you.
John So go ahead. Destroy it.
I will.
John Destroy it all. Just know it will not save your son if you do.
You kill my son, I kill you.
John Go ahead. Why wait? We both know the sort of person you are, sir. The sort of person who guns down an unarmed suspect. In fact, the sort of person who plants evidence in order to obtain a conviction. The sort of person whose wife leaves him and his son hates him.
SHUT THE **** UP!!
[Eric awakens, chained in the bathroom from the first movie and discovers a tape. He starts it.] [Amanda's Voice]
Hello, Eric. You probably don't even remember me, but you changed my life once. You sent me to prison. I was guilty of a lot of things, but not the drug charge you framed me for. You wouldn't know the things you lose when you're locked away. The second time somebody changed my life, I was guilty.
[Flashback]
Hello, Amanda.
You said you survived this, right?
Yeah.
John You must meet death... in order to be reborn.
He helped me.
[Present]
What is the cure for cancer, Eric?
[Flashback]
John Those who don't appreciate life do not deserve life.
By creating a legacy, by living a life worth remembering, you become immortal. So now you find the tables are turned.
[Flashback]
He asked for you!
What the **** do you want?!
John I told you.
He wants us to survive this.
John I want to play a game.
You have to play by the **** rules!
John The rules are simple. All you have to do is sit here and talk to me.
What?
John If you can do that long enough, you will find your son in a safe and secure state.
John It's your son, Daniel. You remember him, don't you?
My dad's a... he's a real hardass.
John The knowledge of your son's impending death is causing to forgive all his sins. Why is that we're only willing to do that when a life is at stake?
DANIEL! [To John] I'm done listening to you.
John Don't forget the rules.
SHUT THE **** UP!!
He's playing a game.
I don't want to talk to him. [To John] You're not saying shit!
John We both know the sort of person you are. Not long to go now until your son is pissing-- [Eric hits him] I'll take you to the house.
John [A figure in a pig mask injects him with something]
There's something I haven't told you, Eric.
[Amanda removes the pig mask] [Narrating]
It is I who will carry on John's work after he dies...
[Present]
DANIEL!
[Flashback]
John So go ahead. Destroy it.
[Present]
... and you...
... are my first test subject. Now you are locked away. Helpless...
You **** bitch.
Game over.
[Amanda locks the door of the bathroom.]
I'LL **** KILL YOU! YOU **** BITCH! YOU **** BITCH! I'LL **** KILL YOU! NO! NO! NO! [Screams fade away]
