Uh, what were we talking about?
Saw VI (2009) · 99 quotes
I'm so, so sorry, but I can't make dinner. I gotta work late again.
More lines from William Easton
4 quotesBut basically, the guy lied on his application.
Looking good, Hank.
We'll be back in a few hours.
Scenes with William Easton
10 scenesStop worrying about me, Debbie. Some small-time lawyer trying to squeeze us is not going to get me to say anything I don't want to say.
I have no doubt about that, but as lead counsel for this company, if you screw up, it comes down on my ass.
William, I have a Casey Patterson on Line One.
Take another message, Addy. I'll get back to her this week. [turns around] Sometime.
[Flashback]
I just don't get it. I've been with this insurance company for over ten years.
I know, Harold, but unfortunately, when we reviewed your claim, we discovered that you failed to mention a previous condition.
What condition? There's no condition.
It says here you had oral surgery to remove a cyst from your jaw.
This is absurd! I have heart disease. It has nothing to do with some oral surgery that I had 30 years ago!
Any type of oral surgery is going to leave scar tissue. Scar tissue can lead to gum disease, and as you well know, gum disease can cause heart disease.
You know what? You're-You're a criminal. [stands] You are a goddamn criminal. I've paid my monthly premium for ten years without so much as a cold, and now that I'm actually sick, you're gonna deny my coverage? I have a family!
Those are the rules, Harold! I'm sorry, but your own actions have caused this.
You've just given me a death sentence. I mean, who's gonna cover me now? You just killed me.
Who found the error on his application?
The Dog Pit. They work as a team. If there's a discrepancy to be found on an application, the six of them will find it.
[Flashback]
Sounds like we're in a similar business, John.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Well, you try to predict people's behavior. So do I. People count on us for coverage, and we have to analyze each person for the probability of success.
How do you do that?
Well, it's a formula. It's pretty complicated, actually, but in essence, it breaks down to monthly payments multiplied by lifespan, minus the probability of illness, and if its sum is positive, we consider coverage.
Who devised that formula?
Me.
So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
No, I, uh... No, I'd say I decide which people have the potential to live long, healthy lives.
But you're not taking into consideration the most important human element of all.
Which is what?
The will to live. Until a person is faced with death, it's impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
[Flashback]
I came to talk to you, Will, because I've found a treatment for my cancer that I think holds a lot of promise, but my requests for coverage have all been turned down. So I was hoping that maybe if I came and explained it to you, that you might be able to get that overturned for me.
Well, the buck stops here, John. Fire away.
This is a doctor in Norway. He's got a thirty to forty percent success rate with gene therapy. He injects what he calls suicide genes into cancerous tumor cells, then an inactive form of a toxic drug is administered and it...
Yes, I'm familiar with the therapy you're talking about.
Right. And a new trial's starting. He's looking for new patients, and he seems to think that I'm the perfect candidate.
John, if your primary physician, Dr. Gordon, thought you were a suitable candidate, he would have pursued it.
Dr. Gordon is a specialist, you know. He's making money on his specialty. He's not a thinker. I mean, the man has his hand on the doorknob half the time that I'm there.
I'm going to be straight with you. At your age, and with the development of your cancer, it's simply not feasible for Umbrella Health--
Wait, wait, wait. What's unfeasible? By whose mathematical equation is this not feasible?
It's policy, John. It's policy. And if you go outside the system to seek out this treatment, which has been deemed ineffective, you will be in breach of policy and dropped from coverage completely. I'm sorry.
Did you know that in the Far East, people pay their doctors when they're healthy. When they're sick, they don't have to pay 'em. So basically, they end up paying for what they want, not what they don't want. We've got it all ass-backwards, here. [points to TV] These politicians, they say the same thing, over and over and over again. "Healthcare decisions should be made by doctors and their patients, not by the government." Well, now I know they're not made by doctors and their patients or the government. They're made by the ****in' insurance companies. [looks at William's fish tank] Piranha.
John... please. If you do this, then you'll be on your own and the subsequent cost to you will be staggering.
Don't talk to me about money. I have money. This is about principle. You see, Will... this is my life we're talkin' about. You remember?
What about Jill's life? How's she going to be taken care of when you're gone?
You let me worry about Jill.
The type of cancer you have is malignant and inoperable.
That rolled off your tongue real smooth.
Even if the treatment works, the cancer will return eventually. It's an unwinnable battle.
That was even smoother. As a matter of fact, that was downright slick. You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgement over you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken.
Okay, look for a key. There's got to be a key! Look for a key!
What are you waiting for?!
It's in you!
What?
It's **** inside you! [points to a large stitched cut on William's side]
Oh! Oh, god! Okay, I know we can do this--! [Debbie exits the cage with a power saw] Wait! What the **** are you doing?!
I need that **** key!
Wait, no!
I can get it! I can get it! I CAN GET IT!
Mr. Easton, listen to me, okay? My parents are sick! Okay? They need me! I'm all they have, please!
You're **** lying! Your parents hate you; they cut you off!
What?! Shut up! That's not true!
**** you, it is true! I sit next to you!
I-I'm pregnant! I'm-I am pregnant!
No she's not! She's lying! She's **** lying! Mr. Easton, she's lying!
Mr. Easton, she's lying!
**** you!
Mr. Easton, she is lying!
I'm pregnant!
She's lying!
No! No, ****! I'm pregnant!
No, she's lying! She's **** lying!
Mr. Easton! It's not true!
Please! Please!
****! Push the thing! Push the thing!
She's lying!
No! Mr. Easton, push it! Push the thing!
Oh, God! No!
Push it!
I did it. I made it. [shouts] I made it!
[Flashback]
If you fail, you will never see your family again.
[Present]
What are you doing here?
Will!
Pamela.
[Flashback]
I know it's your birthday, and I'm going to make it up to you. I promise.
Are you really standing up to your sister for work? I'm your only family.
[Present]
Are you okay? [shouts] Let her go! I made it! I won! I followed your **** rules! Now you let her go!
You son of a bitch.
[Flashback]
You've just given me a death sentence. I mean, who's gonna cover me now? You just killed me.
[he heads into another room, with Tara and Brent waiting] [Present]
You're the man who killed my dad.
Hello, Tara. My apologies for exposing you and your son to this kind of treatment, but I can assure you it is not without reason. The man before you just made the sacrifices to save the life of a loved one. However, when given the opportunity to save your husband's life, he chose not to. Now, you will be given the power to save a life. Will you grant this man the opportunity to continue living, or will you dispense the same death sentence he issued your husband? Live or die. The choice is yours.
It's not my game?
Please. Forgive me.
Have mercy, please!
Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?!
He had no choice!
He always had a choice! [to William] The only reason I'm doing this isn't because I can't forgive you for what you did to me. The reason I'm doing this is because I couldn't forgive myself for what you might do to someone else.
Please, no. Please...
You will never kill again. [grabs the lever]
Please. Please. Please...
I can't. [releases the lever and backs away] I can't kill him. I can't.
I can. [grabs the lever]
No, Brent!
You killed my father, you mother****er! [pulls the lever] Now you burn in hell!
[A large platform of needles suddenly swings from the ceiling and slams William against the cell wall. The tank of hydrofluoric acid in Tara and Brent's cell begins pumping into him, and starts disintegrating him.] [Flashback]
John Kramer.
William Easton.
Nice to meet you.
Those are the rules, Harold!
You've just given me a death sentence.
So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[Present]
No!
[Flashback]
It's policy, John. It's policy.
You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgement over you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul.
[Present]
[William dies] [Flasback]
But you may be mistaken.
[Present]
[William's melted lower half collapses to the floor, spilling his organs]