Saw V Page #3

Who was born with money?

- I'm not.

- And neither have I.

Nice f***ing try, Nancy Drew.

Well, then what does it mean?

We all did something wrong with the

advantage we were given from birth.

That doesn't have to mean money.

What are you not telling us?

Huh? You know about her.

What do you know about the rest of us?

- Would you f***ing talk to me?!

- Relax.

- I am f***ing relaxed!

- It's a game, tweeker! Get it?

The less you know about me, the better.

The reason why you f***ed

up your charmed existence

is pretty obvious to

everyone, isn't it?

F*** you.

F*** you!

Been playing with matches again,

have we?

F*** all of you!

You f***ing queer!?

Not yet!

Unless you wanna be shredded

when those nail-bombs go off,

I suggest we move on.

What are you doing?

Being smart.

Special Agent Strahm's office.

This is Detective Hoffman.

Is Agent Strahm available?

He is not, but I can connect you

to Special Agent Erickson.

- He's handling all enquiries.

- Please.

You have reached the voicemail

box of Special Agent Erickson.

Please leave a message.

Yeah, this is Detective Hoffman.

I needed to discuss

something with Agent Strahm,

but I can't seem to track him down.

Could you give me a call?

It would be greatly appreciated.

There you are.

Peter.

- Cowan, take it to Alistair.

- Right away sir.

What do you do here?

Just grabbing some stuff from the office.

I'm taking your advice.

Taking some time-off, huh?

Yeah, well I have to heal up, you know?

You know, I'll keep in touch.

I'll see you around.

Hoffman, we've got another body.

Looks like another Jigsaw victim.

You interested?

- Yeah.

Typical violent murder convict.

Served five years,

just released last month.

I know him.

His name is Seth Baxter.

My sister's ex-boyfriend.

This is the guy that

murdered your sister?

He was sentenced to 25 years.

They reduced it to 5 on a technicality.

Well, I'd say justice was served.

You killed him.

Made it look like Jigsaw trap.

I got you.

Not yet!

Don't close the door.

It will set off the timer.

- Do you know that for sure?

- Educated guess.

What we need to do is figure out

who everyone is.

Well, we know the dead woman

worked for the fire department.

Not anymore.

She got canned a month ago.

How the f*** do you...

how the f*** do you know that?

You're responsible for this sh...!

You had her f***ing head cut off!

I'm closing the door!

I'm gonna close the f***ing door!

Be quiet!

Please.

What's your story?

I work for the Department

of City Planning.

- Married? Kids?

- No. And no.

Your turn.

You're not gonna tell them about daddy?

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