Saw III Page #4

Ativan!

Do you have Ativan?

No!

Back off! Back off!

Back off! Back off!

Stay with me, John.

You're almost through this.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

We're almost done with this.

Was that enough for you?

Are you ready to go

to the hospital now?

He needs to have an operation.

- Okay.

- Okay.

But we do it here.

- We do it here.

- What?

What do you need?

I need anesthetic

for a procedure like this.

Anesthetic.

What else?

Even with an anesthetic--

Anesthetic!

What else?

A power drill.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Please, please.

Let me go.

Please. Why... Why are you

doing this to me?

Don't... Don't kill me.

Okay? Please!

Wait. The key. Key.

Key. Okay.

Come on.

F***!

F***!

Please. I'm so cold.

I can't feel my arms.

Welcome to your first test, Jeff.

For the past three years,

you've cursed the name

of all those you thought

were responsible

for the death of your son.

You fantasize those accountable will pay.

Well, you will find a woman in front of you

chained in place.

This will prevent her from running...

much like she did

on the day your son was hit.

Her name is Danica Scott.

She was the only witness present

at the scene

of your son's untimely demise.

If not for her own self-absorption

and cowardice,

she could have brought

your son's killer to justice.

Now it is you who has a chance

to bring her to justice.

You alone can grant her the gift of life

before she freezes to death.

Behind the pipes

on the back wall

you will find the key that

will free her and bring you

one step closer to the man

responsible for the loss

of your child.

Will you claim the key

to save only yourself?

Help me!

Or can you find it within you

to save another?

Make your choice.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything to you!

That's exactly it.

You didn't do anything.

I'm f***ing... dying.

He died!

In my arms.

My eight-year-old son

died in my arms.

I made a m-m-mistake.

I'm so sorry.

I'm human.

I'm human,

just like your son was. Okay?

Look at me.

I said, look at me.

Look...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

It's so cold.

Oh, God!

Amanda, if you really care about John,

you won't let me do this to him.

You're a smart woman,

and you know what's right for him.

I'm sorry.

I know it's hard to concentrate

when you're surrounded by so many things

you could kill me with,

like this ax I saw you lookin' at.

Take it.

Please, it's yours.

Come on.

I'd go for the neck,

but I'm not the brain surgeon.

Just do it quietly

so John doesn't hear me die.

Otherwise he's likely

to get upset,

rip off his heart rate monitor.

Boom.

Then you just have to

find the sensor and disarm it

so you can walk more

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