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Mark Hoffman: [after stabbing Perez repeatedly] Who else knows about me? [stabs her again] Who else ****ing knows about me?!
Lindsey Perez: Everyone!
Mark Hoffman: You lie. You're ****ing lying...! [kills her]
Lindsey Perez: Everyone!
Mark Hoffman: You lie. You're ****ing lying...! [kills her]
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Mark Hoffman: Erickson. I didn't know you ever made it out from behind the desk.
Dan Erickson: I make exceptions when fingerprints are found at a Jigsaw murder scene.
Dan Erickson: I make exceptions when fingerprints are found at a Jigsaw murder scene.
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Mark Hoffman: You're telling me that you can tell a different knife was used from a photo?
Dr. Heffner: No, but I can. I was the one who examined that body. I've examined every victim of the Jigsaw Killer.
Mark Hoffman: ... Good work.
Dr. Heffner: No, but I can. I was the one who examined that body. I've examined every victim of the Jigsaw Killer.
Mark Hoffman: ... Good work.
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Pamela Jenkins: Detective Hoffman. How about a quick word?
Mark Hoffman: Pamela Jenkins, the resident Jigsaw sensationalist.
Pamela Jenkins: Just reporting the facts, detective.
Mark Hoffman: 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.
Mark Hoffman: You're twisting the facts to make a better story. [mocking concern] It's irresponsible.
Mark Hoffman: Pamela Jenkins, the resident Jigsaw sensationalist.
Pamela Jenkins: Just reporting the facts, detective.
Mark Hoffman: 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.
Mark Hoffman: You're twisting the facts to make a better story. [mocking concern] It's irresponsible.
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Simone: He did this to me.
Mark Hoffman: Who did this?
Simone: Jigsaw.
Mark Hoffman: You didn't cut your own arm off?
Simone: I did. I did. But he made me do it.
Mark Hoffman: And why is that?
Simone: Because what Eddie and I were doing was wrong. We were ruining people's lives. He wanted us to learn.
Mark Hoffman: And did you?
Simone: Look at me. Look at my goddamn arm! [shows him what's left of her left arm] What the **** am I supposed to learn from this?! Huh? Look at my arm! [Hoffman leaves] What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! Look at me!
Mark Hoffman: Who did this?
Simone: Jigsaw.
Mark Hoffman: You didn't cut your own arm off?
Simone: I did. I did. But he made me do it.
Mark Hoffman: And why is that?
Simone: Because what Eddie and I were doing was wrong. We were ruining people's lives. He wanted us to learn.
Mark Hoffman: And did you?
Simone: Look at me. Look at my goddamn arm! [shows him what's left of her left arm] What the **** am I supposed to learn from this?! Huh? Look at my arm! [Hoffman leaves] What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! Look at me!
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William Easton: Okay, look for a key. There's got to be a key! Look for a key!
[Debbie turns to a nearby shelf and sees an x-ray with a key near the ribcage]
William Easton: What are you waiting for?!
Debbie: It's in you!
William Easton: What?
Debbie: It's ****ing inside you! [points to a large stitched cut on William's side]
William Easton: Oh! Oh, god! Okay, I know we can do this--! [Debbie exits the cage with a power saw] Wait! What the **** are you doing?!
Debbie: I need that ****ing key!
William Easton: Wait, no!
[Debbie attacks him with the power saw. After exchanging a few punches, she prepares to kill him with the power saw.]
William Easton: I can get it! I can get it! I CAN GET IT!
[Debbie turns to a nearby shelf and sees an x-ray with a key near the ribcage]
William Easton: What are you waiting for?!
Debbie: It's in you!
William Easton: What?
Debbie: It's ****ing inside you! [points to a large stitched cut on William's side]
William Easton: Oh! Oh, god! Okay, I know we can do this--! [Debbie exits the cage with a power saw] Wait! What the **** are you doing?!
Debbie: I need that ****ing key!
William Easton: Wait, no!
[Debbie attacks him with the power saw. After exchanging a few punches, she prepares to kill him with the power saw.]
William Easton: I can get it! I can get it! I CAN GET IT!
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William Easton: Stop 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.
Debbie: I have no doubt about that, but as lead counsel for this company, if you screw up, it comes down on my ass.
Debbie: I have no doubt about that, but as lead counsel for this company, if you screw up, it comes down on my ass.
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[Flashback]
Amanda Young: Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
Mark Hoffman: You sure about that? [to John] Amanda will fail you.
John Kramer: We'll see.
[Hoffman writes a letter, which Amanda reads]
Note: [Hoffman narrating] Amanda, you were with Cecil the night Jill lost Gideon.
[Cecil and Amanda hide out at Jill's clinic]
Amanda Young: Go. Go. [he stops] What the **** are you doing?
Cecil Adams: I don't know about this.
Amanda Young: What do you mean you don't know?! Go on, ****ing pussy! Go! Go! Go!
[she pushes Cecil; he slams against the clinic door]
Jill Tuck: Cecil!
Cecil Adams: Listen to me!
[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]
Note: [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.
Amanda Young: 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]
Tape: I'm leaving you a box, today, and its contents are of grave importance.
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.]
Jill Tuck: 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.
Amanda Young: Get used to me, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
Mark Hoffman: You sure about that? [to John] Amanda will fail you.
John Kramer: We'll see.
[Hoffman writes a letter, which Amanda reads]
Note: [Hoffman narrating] Amanda, you were with Cecil the night Jill lost Gideon.
[Cecil and Amanda hide out at Jill's clinic]
Amanda Young: Go. Go. [he stops] What the **** are you doing?
Cecil Adams: I don't know about this.
Amanda Young: What do you mean you don't know?! Go on, ****ing pussy! Go! Go! Go!
[she pushes Cecil; he slams against the clinic door]
Jill Tuck: Cecil!
Cecil Adams: Listen to me!
[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]
Note: [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.
Amanda Young: 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]
Tape: I'm leaving you a box, today, and its contents are of grave importance.
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.]
Jill Tuck: 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.
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[Flashback]
Harold Abbott: I just don't get it. I've been with this insurance company for over ten years.
William Easton: I know, Harold, but unfortunately, when we reviewed your claim, we discovered that you failed to mention a previous condition.
Harold Abbott: What condition? There's no condition.
William Easton: [opens folder] It says here you had oral surgery to remove a cyst from your jaw.
Harold Abbott: This is absurd! I have heart disease. It has nothing to do with some oral surgery that I had 30 years ago!
William Easton: 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.
Harold Abbott: 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!
William Easton: Those are the rules, Harold! I'm sorry, but your own actions have caused this.
Harold Abbott: You've just given me a death sentence. I mean, who's gonna cover me now? You just killed me.
Harold Abbott: I just don't get it. I've been with this insurance company for over ten years.
William Easton: I know, Harold, but unfortunately, when we reviewed your claim, we discovered that you failed to mention a previous condition.
Harold Abbott: What condition? There's no condition.
William Easton: [opens folder] It says here you had oral surgery to remove a cyst from your jaw.
Harold Abbott: This is absurd! I have heart disease. It has nothing to do with some oral surgery that I had 30 years ago!
William Easton: 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.
Harold Abbott: 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!
William Easton: Those are the rules, Harold! I'm sorry, but your own actions have caused this.
Harold Abbott: You've just given me a death sentence. I mean, who's gonna cover me now? You just killed me.
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[Flashback]
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.
William Easton: 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...
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: The type of cancer you have is malignant and inoperable.
John Kramer: That rolled off your tongue real smooth.
William Easton: 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.
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.
William Easton: 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...
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: 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.
William Easton: The type of cancer you have is malignant and inoperable.
John Kramer: That rolled off your tongue real smooth.
William Easton: 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.
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William Easton: Sounds like we're in a similar business, John.
John Kramer: Oh, yeah? How's that?
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: Me.
John Kramer: So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
William Easton: [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.
William Easton: Which is what?
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.
William Easton: Sounds like we're in a similar business, John.
John Kramer: Oh, yeah? How's that?
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: 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?
William Easton: Me.
John Kramer: So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
William Easton: [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.
William Easton: Which is what?
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.
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[Flashback]
[Hoffman is setting up the Rack trap from Saw III]
Amanda Young: [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.
Amanda Young: [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.
Mark Hoffman: How many next times are there gonna be?
John Kramer: However many there needs to be.
[Hoffman holds up the wheelbarrow with Timothy Young in it and flips him out of it]
John Kramer: That's a human being. Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
Mark Hoffman: 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]
Amanda Young: So when's your test, detective?
Mark Hoffman: I don't need one.
Amanda Young: Oh, yeah?
Mark Hoffman: Yeah. [grabs Amanda's arm and exposes a cut on her wrist] Because I didn't take my life for granted.
Amanda Young: 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.
Mark Hoffman: You sure about that?
[Hoffman is setting up the Rack trap from Saw III]
Amanda Young: [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.
Amanda Young: [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.
Mark Hoffman: How many next times are there gonna be?
John Kramer: However many there needs to be.
[Hoffman holds up the wheelbarrow with Timothy Young in it and flips him out of it]
John Kramer: That's a human being. Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?
Mark Hoffman: 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]
Amanda Young: So when's your test, detective?
Mark Hoffman: I don't need one.
Amanda Young: Oh, yeah?
Mark Hoffman: Yeah. [grabs Amanda's arm and exposes a cut on her wrist] Because I didn't take my life for granted.
Amanda Young: 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.
Mark Hoffman: You sure about that?
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[The carousel spins again]
Shelby: Mr. Easton, listen to me, okay? My parents are sick! Okay? They need me! I'm all they have, please!
Dave: You're ****ing lying! Your parents hate you; they cut you off!
Shelby: What?! Shut up! That's not true!
Dave: **** you, it is true! I sit next to you!
Gena: I-I'm pregnant! I'm-I am pregnant!
Josh: No she's not! She's lying! She's ****ing lying! Mr. Easton, she's lying!
Shelby: Mr. Easton, she's lying!
Gena: **** you!
Josh: Mr. Easton, she is lying!
Gena: I'm pregnant!
Josh: She's lying!
[The carousel stops on Gena]
Gena: No! No, ****! I'm pregnant!
Josh: No, she's lying! She's ****ing lying!
Shelby: Mr. Easton! It's not true!
Gena: Please! Please!
[The shotgun begins to arm]
Gena: ****! Push the thing! Push the thing!
Josh: She's lying!
Gena: No! Mr. Easton, push it! Push the thing!
William Easton: Oh, God! No!
Gena: Push it!
Shelby: Mr. Easton, listen to me, okay? My parents are sick! Okay? They need me! I'm all they have, please!
Dave: You're ****ing lying! Your parents hate you; they cut you off!
Shelby: What?! Shut up! That's not true!
Dave: **** you, it is true! I sit next to you!
Gena: I-I'm pregnant! I'm-I am pregnant!
Josh: No she's not! She's lying! She's ****ing lying! Mr. Easton, she's lying!
Shelby: Mr. Easton, she's lying!
Gena: **** you!
Josh: Mr. Easton, she is lying!
Gena: I'm pregnant!
Josh: She's lying!
[The carousel stops on Gena]
Gena: No! No, ****! I'm pregnant!
Josh: No, she's lying! She's ****ing lying!
Shelby: Mr. Easton! It's not true!
Gena: Please! Please!
[The shotgun begins to arm]
Gena: ****! Push the thing! Push the thing!
Josh: She's lying!
Gena: No! Mr. Easton, push it! Push the thing!
William Easton: Oh, God! No!
Gena: Push it!
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[William approaches Tara and Brent's cell and unknowingly stands on a pressure plate, activating a light near the LIVE/DIE lever]
William Easton: Please. Forgive me.
Pamela Jenkins: Have mercy, please!
Tara: Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?!
Pamela Jenkins: He had no choice!
Tara: 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...
Tara: You will never kill again. [grabs the lever]
William Easton: Please. Please. Please...
Tara: I can't. [releases the lever and backs away] I can't kill him. I can't.
Brent: I can. [grabs the lever]
Tara: No, Brent!
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: John Kramer.
William Easton: William Easton.
John Kramer: Nice to meet you.
William Easton: Those are the rules, Harold!
Harold Abbott: You've just given me a death sentence.
John Kramer: So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[Present]
Pamela Jenkins: No!
[Flashback]
William Easton: 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]
William Easton: Please. Forgive me.
Pamela Jenkins: Have mercy, please!
Tara: Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?!
Pamela Jenkins: He had no choice!
Tara: 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...
Tara: You will never kill again. [grabs the lever]
William Easton: Please. Please. Please...
Tara: I can't. [releases the lever and backs away] I can't kill him. I can't.
Brent: I can. [grabs the lever]
Tara: No, Brent!
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: John Kramer.
William Easton: William Easton.
John Kramer: Nice to meet you.
William Easton: Those are the rules, Harold!
Harold Abbott: You've just given me a death sentence.
John Kramer: So, in a sense... you choose who lives or dies?
[Present]
Pamela Jenkins: No!
[Flashback]
William Easton: 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]
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[William makes it through a doorway with one second to spare]
William Easton: I did it. I made it. [shouts] I made it!
[Flashback]
Tape: 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]
William Easton: [sees Tara and Brent] What are you doing here?
Pamela Jenkins: Will!
William Easton: Pamela.
[Flashback]
William Easton: 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]
William Easton: Are you okay? [shouts] Let her go! I made it! I won! I followed your ****ing rules! Now you let her go!
Tara: You son of a bitch.
[Flashback]
Harold Abbott: 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]
Brent: You're the man who killed my dad.
[John suddenly appears on a TV]
Tape: 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 Easton: It's not my game?
William Easton: I did it. I made it. [shouts] I made it!
[Flashback]
Tape: 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]
William Easton: [sees Tara and Brent] What are you doing here?
Pamela Jenkins: Will!
William Easton: Pamela.
[Flashback]
William Easton: 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]
William Easton: Are you okay? [shouts] Let her go! I made it! I won! I followed your ****ing rules! Now you let her go!
Tara: You son of a bitch.
[Flashback]
Harold Abbott: 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]
Brent: You're the man who killed my dad.
[John suddenly appears on a TV]
Tape: 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 Easton: It's not my game?