Saw III

Game over.

I'll f***in' kill you!

You f***in' b*tch!

You b*tch!

I'll f***in' kill you!

Daniel!

Secure the flank!

Left side clear?

We're clear!

Left side's clear.

Let's move!

Oh, my God.

Someone call Kerry.

The call came in at 11:45.

The woman heard an explosion.

The fire department was

the first on the scene.

Kerry.

- Is it him?

- Before you go in there--

Eric. Is it him?

We don't know yet.

It's not Detective Matthews.

What happened?

The victim was held

in place by these chains.

Hello, Troy.

I wanna play a game.

This game will take place

in a room not much bigger

than the room you've

spent most of your life in.

A prison cell.

Despite all of the advantages

and privileges

that you were given at birth,

you have returned

to prison again and again.

More comfortable in chains

than you are in freedom.

Tonight we will see how

far you are willing to go

to break those chains

once and for all.

Live or die, Troy.

Make your choice.

This was the bomb.

All he had to do was release himself

from each of the chains...

walk out the door before it went off.

All he had to do?

Oh, God.

F***! F***!

I really had this feeling

it was going to be him.

Kerry, Eric is a missing persons case,

not a homicide case.

I've been having nightmares

where I see him.

I'm never going to be able

to forgive myself for what happened.

Listen.

It's not your fault.

It's always somebody's fault.

That somebody isn't you.

That someone is still out there.

Put all your anger into finding them

and putting them away.

All right?

What I don't understand is

how the hell could Jigsaw

do all of this?

He was damn near on his deathbed

the last time we saw him.

I'm not so sure he did.

So far this doesn't follow

any of his patterns.

Meaning?

Well... how'd you get in here?

- We cut the door down.

- Why?

Because somebody heard

an explosion and called us.

I mean, why did you

have to cut the door down?

It was welded shut.

Bloody truck couldn't get in here.

Exactly.

I don't follow.

If the aim of Jigsaw's game was

to get out before the bomb went off,

then why was the door

welded shut?

The guy couldn't get out if he wanted to.

You won't believe this.

We got the tape out clean.

Hello, Troy.

I wanna play a game.

Live or die, Troy.

Make your choice.

Hello, Kerry.

I want to play a game.

Up until now you have spent

your life among the dead

piecing together

their final moments.

You are good at this because you,

like them,

are also dead.

Dead on the inside.

You identify more

with a cold corpse

than you do

with a living human.

I believe you want

to join your true family,

indeed, your only family,

in death.

The device you are wearing

is hooked into your ribcage.

And by the time

this tape is finished,

you will have one minute

to find a way out.

At the end of that minute,

you should know

better than anyone

what happens then.

There is a simple key

that will unlock the harness, Kerry.

It is right in front of you.

All you have to do is

reach in and take it.

But do it quickly.

The acid will dissolve the key

in a matter of seconds.

Make your choice.

You.

I gotta be at the hospital by 9.

It's Tuesday.

I thought you started at 11.

Yeah, well, they change

things on me last minute.

Well, you better head off, then.

You're not gonna take a shower?

Nah. I'm just gonna take

a shower at the hospital.

Can we just...

talk for five minutes?

How about we just make eye contact

for five seconds?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Just... everything.

Lynn.

What is it you want from me, Chris?

A divorce.

MPA.

Car skidded into oncoming traffic.

Pressure?

80 over, palp.

Pulse is thready.

Ready? 1, 2, 3.

- Where's Lynn?

- Page Dr. Denlon.

Set up an art-line.

Dr. Lynn Denlon,

please report

to trauma immediately.

Dr. Lynn Denlon, please

report to trauma immediately.

Lynn!

Check this out.

Hermaphony.

Pressure down to 70.

He's going into shock.

Get an OR ready.

We gotta crack his chest.

Do we get a bolus?

500 wide open?

No.

What?

- No air entry on the right side.

- And?

Let's get a chest tube in him.

We gotta get him to OR now.

His stats are dropping.

He's gonna code.

I'm doin' it.

I'm getting a rush of air.

Stats are improving.

Pressure back to 80.

Pressure normal.

If you got something on your mind,

go upstairs to psych.

Just don't bring it in here.

We don't have any seconds to spare, Lynn.

The woman standing in front of me

had to be dragged

from the locker room

to put a chest tube in a trauma patient?

Lynn Denlon should have been

the first one there.

Lynn.

Lynn!

What the hell?

I'm locked in!

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Help! Help me!

Help!

Who are you?

Who are you?

What is this?

What are you doing?

Are you gonna behave?

Let's go.

What is this place?

What is this place?

What is... this place?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Hello, Dr. Denlon.

You may not remember me,

but I most certainly remember you.

I was a guest at your hospital once.

Where am I?

Do you remember me?

I've seen you on television.

Lawrence Gordon was your doctor.

I was his patient,

and he was mine.

As you can see from that report,

my prognosis isn't good.

Would you agree?

There's no preventative treatment

for what you have.

I remember you saying that

to me once before

in almost the exact same tone.

Leave it to a doctor to find such a cold,

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