Saw II Page #5

What? Antidote?

You been in the joint.

You talked to the guards

that run the chambers.

You know there ain't no antidote

for this sh*t.

Look at this.

The doors are locked.

Hear that? It's wood.

Plus, dog, it's not a fortress,

it's a f***ing house.

All I'm saying is

let's just take our time...

and come up with a game plan.

Well, you come up

with a game plan.

All right?

I'm gettin' out of here.

Look.

- You OK?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

You don't know what's behind

that f***in' door.

F***.

Sh*t.

Clear the room.

OK.

Let's talk.

Sit down, Eric.

I want to play a game.

The rules are simple.

All you have to do

is sit here and talk to me...

listen to me.

If you do that long enough...

then you will find your son

in a safe and secure state.

We haven't been

properly introduced.

My name's John.

I thought you liked

to be called Jigsaw.

No.

It was the police and the press

who coined the nickname Jigsaw.

I never encouraged

or claimed that.

The Jigsaw piece I cut

from my subjects...

was only ever meant

to be a symbol...

that that subject

was missing something...

a vital piece

of the human puzzle...

the survival instinct.

This is all really,

really interesting, John.

But right now I'd really like

for you to talk to me...

I am talking to you.

You're not listening.

- Don't forget the rules.

- I'm listening to you.

But all I'm hearing is

the same sick f***ing bullshit...

that comes about two seconds

into every interview...

I've ever done

with one of you f***in' people.

Well, that's an interesting approach

to police work, isn't it?

Aren't you supposed to be

convincing me that I'm your friend...

lulling me into

a false sense of security...

so that I'll confide in you?

It's a little hard

to follow the manual...

when you've got my son, John.

The manual?

What do you really want

to do to me right now?

What would you have done

five years ago?

Would you have followed

the manual then?

Would you have broken my jaw

with a flashlight?

You seem to know

a whole lot about me.

I know you were once considered

a fearless police officer.

Do you feel a whole lot safer

now that you only sit behind a desk?

I feel a whole lot of things

right now.

But you feel alive,

that's what you feel.

And that's the point.

Would you...

kindly...

get me a glass of water?

I would very much

appreciate that.

F***!

Well, we've established that

the macho bullshit approach...

isn't opening the door.

- Any other suggestions?

- Look who's talking.

The only door you know how to open

is between your legs.

Why don't you shut the hell up?!

- Why don't you shut the hell up?

- I'm sick of your bullshit!

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