[Luba wakes up with a collar on her neck, frightened and panicked.] [panicked]
What is this?---
A Ashley
[to Luba]
Hey, [Luba stops.] don't move.
A Ashley
I didn't do anything.
I knew this was gonna happen to me. This is what he does.
[Mallick tries to free himself.]
No, it's not Jigsaw. He's dead. Haven't you watched TV lately?
Yeah, well, whoever it is, [points to the video camera.] they're watching us.
[looks at the camera.]
We have to make sure we follow the rules.
Charles [As Mallick desperately tries to free himself.] [to Mallick.]
I wouldn't do that if I were you. [Mallick stops and turns to Charles.] Unless you want your head to pop off like a dandelion.
Charles Because I have eyes. [points to the timer.] One pull-pin starts the timer for all of us. You won't wanna do that unless you know how it works, now, would you?
You're starting to freak me out, dude.
[After receiving the instructions from the tape and the timer starts.]
Nobody has to die?
No, no, no, it says: Don't listen to your instincts., That means don't go for the keys.
A Ashley
How are we supposed to live if we don't go for the keys?
Maybe, It's testing our endurance.---
Charles We gotta move there [pointing to where they go.], That timer's connected to those jars.
No, It didn't say anything about those jars. They could be nothing.---
A Ashley
They're nail bombs. Homemade, probably C-4.
How the **** do you know that?
Charles She's a fire inspector. She's seen all kinds of demented shit.
A Ashley
How do you know me?
[Charles doesn't respond.]
Hey, man, she's asking you a question. How do you know her?
[Charles is still not responding.]
How do you know her?! Answer me!
Look, let's just keep our cool. Okay?, we can figure this out.
We're all here for a reason. Okay, and we're all connected, as the message said. We just need to-- [Luba stops and turns to Brit.] What did you do?
I-It said that we were all born with advantages. Right? That means we're all for money.
A Ashley
[None of them doesn't respond.]
I'm not.
Charles And neither am I.
Hey, nice **** try, Nancy Drew.
Well, then, what does it mean?
A Ashley
We all did something wrong with an advantage from birth. That doesn't have to mean money.
What are you not telling us? Huh? You know about her, what do you know about the rest of us?
[Charles doesn't respond.]
Would you **** talk to me?!
Charles Relax!
Charles It's a game, tweaker! Get it? The less you know about me, the better. The reason why [Charles grabs Mallick's burnt arm and show it to him.] you **** up your charmed existence is pretty obvious to everyone, isn't it?
[Mallick lets go of his arm.]
**** you! **** you!
Charles You've been playing with matches again, have we?
**** all of you and your **** plan!
[Mallick panics and runs through the keys.]
Not yet!
[Charles pulls Mallick's collar to stop him, causing the timer to start.]
Charles [Mallick enters the next room, and begins to close the door.]
Not yet!
[Mallick stops.]
Don't close the door. It'll set off the timer.
Do you know that for sure?
What we need to do is figure out who everyone is?
Okay, well, we know that the dead woman worked for the fire department.---
Charles Not anymore! She got canned a month ago.
How the **** do you...? How the **** do you know that? You're responsible for this? She had her **** head cut off! I'm closing the door!, I'm gonna close the **** door!
Just be quiet!, [Mallick stops.] Please? [turns to Luba.] What's your story?
I work for the Department of City Planning.
Charles Uh..., You're not gonna tell them about Daddy?
My dad is... Richard Gibbs.
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 is wait for his daughter to get a job in City Planning.
[to Brit.]
And you. Huh? What about you? What sort of shady shit have you been up to? Huh?
I'm a senior V.P. for a real estate development company.
So you're boring too. Hmm?
[Charles laughs.]
The Marshvard Group. Yeah, you can't get a permit in this town without going through the Department of City Planning. Right?
Uh..., No wife, No kids that I know of, No job.
Charles Trust-fund baby. Anyone surprised?---
I'm so **** sick of your self-righteousness, man!
Charles I'm an investigative journalist for The Herald.
The Herald? That's your massive accomplishment? You work for a gossip rag?
Charles Bite your **** tongue.
[They look at the jars.]
What the hell are in those jars?
Charles Let's do this **** thing before the bombs go off.
[Charles closes the door, as the bombs on the first room explode.]
****!
[Mallick breaks a jar with a pole. Brit collects a key from it.]
****. It's a blank. [Looks at the locks] I need a shape.
Charles [Charles hits Mallick with a pole]
Get your hands off that! You're not going anywhere!
[Charles begins to beat Mallick with the pole.]
Stop it!
Charles [Luba attack Charles, only to be thrown to the floor.]
Get a clue, you **** bitch! It's survival of the fittest!
[Charles begins breaking all the jars. Brit and Luba looks for the right keys.] [Examining the keys]
Blank.
[Examining the keys]
Blank.
[Discovers a fitting key]
I got it.
Charles [Brit sees Luba get a key and goes into a shelter. Mallick tries to get a fitting key from the floor, but Charles steps on his hand.]
Better luck next time, rich boy.
[Luba hits Charles with a pole, knocking him to the floor.]
Survival of the fittest, my ass!
Charles [Mallick takes the key. He and Luba enter the shelters. Charles regains consciousness and stands. 0:03 seconds left.]
Wait!
[The room explodes, killing Charles]
