Pamela Jenkins Detective Hoffman. How about a quick word?
Pamela Jenkins, the resident Jigsaw sensationalist.
Pamela Jenkins Just reporting the facts, detective.
Is that what you're doing? John Kramer: Conundrum of Carnage.
Pamela Jenkins If you'd like to make a statement on the record, I'd be more than happy to take it.
You're twisting the facts to make a better story. [mocking concern] It's irresponsible.
[William makes it through a doorway with one second to spare]
I did it. I made it. [shouts] I made it!
[Flashback]
If you fail, you will never see your family again.
[Present]
[the walls open, revealing Tara and Brent on one side and Jenkins in the other] [sees Tara and Brent]
What are you doing here?
Pamela Jenkins Will!
I know it's your birthday, and I'm going to make it up to you. I promise.
Pamela Jenkins 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.
[John suddenly appears on a TV]
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.
[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.
Pamela Jenkins Have mercy, please!
Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?!
Pamela Jenkins 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.
Pamela Jenkins 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.
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]
Those are the rules, Harold!
You've just given me a death sentence.
So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[Present]
Pamela Jenkins 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]