Saw V Page #2

I've been chasing Jigsaw

from the beginning.

And I got him.

So unless you've got

something else to say...

...back the f*** off.

And read the papers.

I saved that little girl.

Oh my god.

What is this?

Hey, don't move.

What did you do to me?

I didn't do anything.

It's Jigsaw.

- What is it?

- I knew this was going to happen to me.

This is what he does.

No, it is not Jigsaw.

He's dead.

Haven't you watched TV lately?

Yeah, well whoever it is,

they're watching us.

Make sure we follow the rules.

Which are what?

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Unless you want your head to pop off

like a dandelion.

How do you know that?

Because I have eyes.

One pulled pin starts

the timer for all of us.

You don't want to do that,

unless you know how it

works now, would you?

This sh*t is freakin' me out, dude.

Hello and welcome.

From birth, you've all been given

the advantages of few others.

Yet, through poor moral decisions,

you've used these

advantages to selfishly

further only yourselves

at the expense of others.

But today, this singular way of thinking

will be put to the test.

Today, five will become one

with the common goal of survival.

You are all connected.

A cable runs through your collar devices.

It can be pulled so tight that you will

be decapitated on the mounted razors.

The only way to remove

the collar is with the keys

from the glass boxes on

the pedestals before you.

However, if one of you

moves to retrieve a key,

the 60-second timer

will begin for you all.

In choosing how to

react to the situation,

your life-long instincts

will tell you to do one thing,

but I implore you to do the opposite.

Let the games begin.

Somebody has to die.

No, no, it says don't

listen to your instincts.

- That means don't go for the keys.

- Are you f***ing nuts?

How are we supposed to live

if we don't go for the keys?

Maybe it's testing our endurance.

We've got to move back.

That timer is connected to those jars.

No, it didn't say

anything about those jars.

It could be nothing.

They're a nail-bomb.

Home-made. Probably C4.

How the f*** do you know that?

She's a fire inspector.

She's seen all kinds of demented sh*t.

How do you know me?

Hey, man, she's asking you a question.

How do you know her?

How do you know her?!

- Answer me!

- Look, let's just keep our cool.

- Maybe we can figure this out.

- We're all here for a reason.

We're all connected.

That's what the message said.

- What did you do?

- You go first.

It, it, it said we were all

born with advantages, right?

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