Jigsaw Page #2

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A copycat?

Hope not.

Kramer's been dead

for 10 years.

Keith!

What's up, Doc?

Hey, man, how you doing?

I'm good.

Good to see you.

You too, man.

You're, uh...

You're working

this neighborhood now?

Uh, yeah, I joined

homicide last month.

Jesus,

what happened

to this guy?

You two know each other?

Logan was our medic

in Fallujah.

Oh.

Hey, uh, I'm sorry

to hear about Christine.

How you been, man?

Uh, good, Keith.

Yeah, I'm doing well.

All right.

Eleanor.

KEITH:
What is it?

Okay, then.

LOGAN:
"And then

there were four..."

You got a computer

we could stick that in?

JIGSAW:
(ON LAPTOP)

The games have begun again.

And they will not stop

until the sins against

the innocent are atoned for.

I will take care of

the next four,

you take care of the rest.

We gotta get that

to voice rec.

It's not him.

It can't be.

Right?

(ALL GAPSING)

Oh, sh*t.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(TRICYCLE SQUEAKING)

What the f***?

What the f***?

No, that's not creepy at all.

(CACKLING)

No. No!

No, no, no...

Help!

ANNA:
Somebody please help us!

Where is

this sick f***

taking us?

Did anyone see anything?

No, nothing.

I got f***ing drugged!

He said, "Confess."

We have to confess.

Yeah, you got something

you want to confess?

Have at it. Come on!

(SCREAMING)

Damn it, we all have

something to confess.

I sold a kid a bike once.

He had an accident 10 minutes

after I sold it to him.

It's not my fault

he couldn't handle

such a powerful damn bike,

all right?

He died!

That's it?

That's all you did?

You sold a kid

a bike he died on?

Come on, man!

That's it!

I said that's it, man!

Yeah, bullshit.

And what about you,

sweetheart?

Come on.

We lost our baby.

Anna... Anna.

Tell me that

this isn't happening.

My husband made a mistake.

RYAN:
No, no, no.

That's not a confession,

come on. Come on!

Come on!

I don't know what the f***

you want me to say, okay?

(STAMMERS) I let

our marriage fall apart.

No, no.

A confession is, "I killed

a hooker in Tulsa,"

or, "I ate

my f***ing neighbor."

Not, "I need

marriage counseling."

RYAN:
Carly?

CARLY:
No.

Nothing I can think of.

Yeah, well, think faster!

CARLY:
You think faster!

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(ALL SCREAM)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

Oh, my God.

We're going to hang.

Play the damn tape, Mitch.

Oh, God!

(PANTING)

JIGSAW:
(ON RECORDER) While

I am certain that there is

a desire

to point fingers at me

for the blood that

has been shed,

unless you turn

that finger inward,

I assure you,

more blood will be lost

and all will be judged.

We will begin with one.

One who is not only a liar,

but a thief.

Hey!

A purse-snatcher.

And when you had a chance

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