[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.
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]
