Saw III Page #3

You will have to suffer

to move forward through each of them.

But with each one,

you will also have a chance...

a chance to forgive.

When you complete the tests,

I promise you

you will finally come face to face

with the man responsible

for the loss of your child.

That will be your ultimate test.

Can you forgive him?

You better hurry, though.

In two hours, the doors will lock,

and this place

will become your tomb.

This is what you've

been waiting for, Jeff.

Let the game begin.

Help!

You f***ing killed my son.

Don't you f***in' beg.

Do you know who I am?

I'll f***in' teach you,

you motherf***er.

This is what you f***in' deserve.

Where is it?

What?

Where is it?

How many times?

How many times

do I have to tell you

before you get it in your head?

I just wanted

to sleep with something.

No. No. You just-- nothin'.

You don't... touch things in Dylan's room.

Okay?

I'm sorry, Daddy.

You know I love you, don't you?

What do you think Mommy would say

if she saw us like this?

I'm gonna go get ready for school.

Daddy!

Hello?

Hello?

Hey!

All right, John.

I need you to look at my nose.

Right here.

Look at my nose, please?

Follow my flashlight.

Tell me if you feel any pain, all right?

That hurt?

It's begun.

He's out of the box.

So?

My 20-second analysis

without any medical equipment

is that his brain's herniating.

He needs to go to the hospital

and have an operation

to decompress his brain.

Come here.

- No, really. Come here.

- What?

- Come here.

- No.

- Let me ask you something.

- Oh, God!

Did I bring John to you...

or did I bring your self-centered ass to him?

You better start

f***in' paying attention.

No one's going to any hospital.

I can't perform miracles.

You're-- You're giving him painkillers.

For a tumor like this,

he needs steroids, Prednisone.

Oh, good. Yeah.

Maybe we could try

some corticoid steroids,

you know,

like Dexamethasone.

Why don't you f***in' tell me something

that I don't know,

you stupid c*nt?

The only place that he can get

those drugs is in a hospital.

Or else he's gonna die.

You are not a good listener.

I think you missed the part

that if he dies...

you die.

You're asking me

to do the impossible.

I'm not asking you. He is.

He chose you.

- Not me.

- Amanda!

Our doctor can't do

what's being asked of her

if you're threatening her.

The rules of our game

have been made very clear.

You need to abide by those rules.

Sorry.

Amanda!

Amanda, I need your help!

Amanda, he needs oxygen!

Oxygen, Amanda!

Put the mask on his face.

Okay, now hold him down.

Tip his head to the side.

You got it?

What are you doing?

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