Sounds like we're in a similar business, John.
John Kramer 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.
John Kramer 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.
John Kramer Who devised that formula?
John Kramer So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[pause]
No, I, uh... No, I'd say I decide which people have the potential to live long, healthy lives.
John Kramer But you're not taking into consideration the most important human element of all.
John Kramer The will to live. Until a person is faced with death, it's impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
[Hoffman is setting up the Rack trap from Saw III] [wheels John into the room]
Last-minute tweaks? [to John] Told you he'd **** with it.
John Kramer If you switch the gear ratio, you have to change the gear grease to match the increased friction.
[to Hoffman]
Maybe you should stick to the heavy lifting. [tosses him a grease gun] You need five-weight. It's in the gun.
John Kramer Check with me next time.
How many next times are there gonna be?
John Kramer However many there needs to be.
John Kramer [Hoffman holds up the wheelbarrow with Timothy Young in it and flips him out of it]
That's a human being. Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
Let's be honest. You want him to suffer just as much as I do.
[Amanda walks behind Hoffman and picks up the grease gun]
So when's your test, detective?
Yeah. [grabs Amanda's arm and exposes a cut on her wrist] Because I didn't take my life for granted.
You're still dragging your knuckles on the ground. What do you know about life? Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
John Kramer Why'd you come?
John, please stop. Don't do this.
John Kramer I promise you, when all this is done, I will provide a way out for you.
I wish that time was now.
John Kramer Then I have something for you.
[John stands and gives her a key]
What's this for?
John Kramer When the time's right, you'll know what to do with it.
John Kramer 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.
John Kramer [hands him a magazine]
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.
John Kramer 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.
John Kramer 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--
John Kramer 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.
John Kramer [stands, then looks out at the "Dog Pit"]
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.
John Kramer 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?
John Kramer You let me worry about Jill.
The type of cancer you have is malignant and inoperable.
John Kramer That rolled off your tongue real smooth.
Even if the treatment works, the cancer will return eventually. It's an unwinnable battle.
John Kramer 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.
Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
You sure about that? [to John] Amanda will fail you.
John Kramer We'll see.
N Note
[Hoffman writes a letter, which Amanda reads] [Hoffman narrating]
Amanda, you were with Cecil the night Jill lost Gideon.
[Cecil and Amanda hide out at Jill's clinic]
Go. Go. [he stops] What the **** are you doing?
CA Cecil Adams
I don't know about this.
What do you mean you don't know?! Go on, **** pussy! Go! Go! Go!
[she pushes Cecil; he slams against the clinic door]
Cecil!
CA Cecil Adams
Listen to me!
N Note
[Cecil rushes back out of the clinic and accidentally kills Jill's unborn child. Amanda, horrified, collapses in the back of the room while Cecil makes a run for it] [Hoffman narrating]
You killed their child. You know it, and I know it. So do exactly as I say: kill Lynn Denlon, or I will tell John what you did.
She doesn't deserve to go free!
John Kramer Amanda, Lynn is more important than you know.
[Amanda shoots Lynn, and is in turn shot by Jeff] [Present]
[Jill enters and triggers a device under Hoffman's chair that shocks him unconscious. She then begins strapping his arms to it] [Flashback]
I'm leaving you a box, today, and its contents are of grave importance.
F Feldman
Ms. Tuck, what's in the box?
[Present]
[Jill places a Reverse-Beartrap similar to Amanda's on Hoffman. He starts to regain consciousness after this.]
John left you five envelopes. The sixth one was for me. [shows Hoffman a photo of himself in envelope 6] This is John's will.
[William approaches Tara and Brent's cell and unknowingly stands on a pressure plate, activating a light near the LIVE/DIE lever]
Please. Forgive me.
Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?!
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.
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.
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 John Kramer.
John Kramer Nice to meet you.
Those are the rules, Harold!
You've just given me a death sentence.
John Kramer So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[Present]
It's policy, John. It's policy.
John Kramer 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]
John Kramer But you may be mistaken.
[Present]
[William's melted lower half collapses to the floor, spilling his organs]
No! No, you **** bitch!
[Jill leaves, closing the door and pulling a trigger tab on the Reverse Beartrap that starts its 45 second timer. Struggling for a few seconds, Hoffman repeatedly slams it onto his left wrist, breaking it.] [Flashback]
So when's your test, detective?
John Kramer [Hoffman undoes his right arm restraint and, with 18 seconds left, begins trying to pry the Reverse Beartrap off with a screwdriver] [Narrating]
You know why you're here, don't you?
[Flashback]
John Kramer I want to know if you have what it takes to survive.
You feel you now have control, don't you? You think you will walk away untested?
[Present]
[With almost no time left, Hoffman jams the Reverse Beartrap in the bars of the door window just as it releases, preventing it from springing completely open, and begins trying to pull himself out] [Flashback]
I'm only carrying out John's final request.
John Kramer Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
From now on, I control all aspects of the game.
That's not what John wanted.
John Kramer You want a chance? I'll give you a chance.
[Present]
[Hoffman slides out of the Reverse Beartrap and stumbles away from the door]
****!
[The Reverse Beartrap bursts out of the window and falls to the floor. Hoffman collapses and screams, revealing it has torn his right cheek open.]
