Saw X/Transcript

== Film ==
[Opening logos flash by, including the long-requested blood-red Lionsgate logo. Afterwards, the screen turns to black. Red letters appear on the screen, with a vague heartbeat being heard in the background]
A Lionsgate Release
Twisted Pictures Presents
[Red and white flashes fill the screen, illuminating a very familiar head. An MRI is being made. The camera slowly turns around, while the man, blinking against the flickering light, slowly slides out of the machine and gets up. It's John Kramer, sighing painfully and wearing a hospital gown]
John Kramer: That was a long one... 
[A female technician nods lightly. John turns towards her]
John Kramer: I don't suppose you can tell me how it looks, can you?
Technician: (apolegetic) Unfortunately, I'm just the technician. Your doctor will have your results tomorrow. Would you like some help to...
John Kramer: Thank you very much. You're very kind.
[John gets up and leaves, while the camera slides back into the MRI device. The movie's title is shown: SAW X. As the machine slowly morphs into the back of Kramer's, the scene transitions to a support group, with several cancer patients sitting in a circle. A middle-aged woman tells her story, while John just stares blankly into the distance, seeming not paying much attention]
Chris: (muffled) I mean, yeah, the cancer has brought grief and pain and fear into my every waking moment.
Support Group Leader: (also muffled) Okay. Chris. Today is a gift. That's why they call it the present. (looking around) Anyone else?
Henry: (sighing) Henry Kessler. 
Support Group Leader: (nodding) Please.
Henry: Stage 4 Pancreatic. Terminal. That's what they tell me anyway, but... I'm gonna fight this 'til the end.
[We cut to a doctor's office. John sits in front of a young doctor, seemingly calm]
John Kramer: How much time do I have? (beat) A year?
Doctor: Months, at best.
John Kramer: I still have a lot of work that needs to be done...
Doctor: My advice? Retire. You know, at this stage, everyone always searches for a way out. But sometimes, those who accept their fate have an easier time...
John Kramer: (coldly) An easier time... What? Dying? 
[The doctor has no words]
John Kramer: So your advice to me is to die easy?
[Later, John walks out of the office towards a water fountain, located just in front of a patient's room. As he bends forward, a custodian, who's pushing a surgical cleaning device forward, peeps behind him, before opening the drawer in front of him, seeing a gold watch and a wedding ring. Just as John stands up and is about to walk away, he catches the man in the act, staring coldly at the greedy young man through the partially shuttered window. His attention then goes to the patient: lying in bed, strung up in several apparatuses and unconscious. He seems to focus on the wounded man's hands, which have been strapped upwards in an attempt to help the bones in his fingers grow back accordingly. The custodian licks his lips. Is he really going through with it? John stares, it's as if he's thinking, planning. The music becomes more tense, creeping higher and higher, until we cut to someone's eye suddenly opening. Zoom-out: it's the custodian, who has been placed on a throne-like chair, his eyes covered by flexible plastic tubes. He jolts, and begins to scream]
Custodian: (gasps) Help! Hey! Help! Help, please!
[Through the white rubber of the nozzles, he sees that his right hand has been ensnared with wires: one connecting to each finger. The tension rises, the camera frantically spinning around the young man, before cutting to a speaker, surrounded by cobwebs]
Jigsaw: I'd like to play a game. 
[As the instructions are laid out, we're shown several pieces of the trap: the wires, the goggles, the suction device connected to the tubes...]
Jigsaw: Perhaps one that addresses those sticky fingers of yours. I've had my eyes on you. And I do not like what I see. Your job as a custodian is a noble one: sanitizing and sterilizing the hospital. Helping patients avoid sickness. But there is a sickness inside you that needs to be excised. You have the ability to not only save your soul today... but your sight.
Custodian: (softly) I see something...
[...and a dial, just below his cuffed left hand]
Jigsaw: All you have to do is click the dial across the five positions and you will live to see another day. You have sixty seconds.
Custodian: Help, please!
Custodian: Help me! Please, please, please. Help. Help!
Custodian: I can’t! (whimpering) I can’t, I can’t...
Custodian: (crying) Please, no!
Custodian: Fuck you! Fucking--
John Kramer: Good choice.
[The young custodian passes John by, not realizing just how close he was to uncertain doom. Later that day, John steps out of Angel of Mercy Hospital, back into the dawning sun. His hand slides along the rail of the stair as he leaves the premises. Cut to later. Kramer is sitting outside, near a coffee stall. A waitress bring the dying man a coffee, while he's looking through some papers]
Waitress: Here you go, sir.
John Kramer: (slightly looking up) Thank you.
[We see that he's going through his last will and testament. Behind him, a motorcycle pulls up before powering down. The driver gets off, passes John and walks towards the stall, who hears and recognizes the biker's voice]
Henry: Can I get a Blueberry scone, please? (enthousiastically) Ooh, they look good... Thank you!
John Kramer: Henry... 
John Kramer: We were in the same cancer support group.
Henry: John Kramer. I remember you. Good to see you!
John Kramer: You as well. You look marvelous!
Henry: Thank you, I feel great.
John Kramer: Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were, uh...
Henry: Yeah. Stage Four Pancreatic. But now, four months later, I'm in complete remission.
John Kramer: How?
Henry: It's a... It's a long story.
John Kramer: I'd love to hear it. You got a minute to tell me?
Henry: Sure. Sure. So, um... I read about a doctor - a specialist, of sorts - a Dr. Finn Peterson? He offered a treatment. It is... a groundbreaking drug cocktail, combined with surgery. It's my war wound. I know it looks bad, but... It was totally worth it.
John Kramer: Yeah. I-Is it available here?
Henry: No. No, no, the treatment's not available in the States. The, uh, the medication isn't approved by the FDA. Hell, it... it isn't approved by anybody. I, um... I haven't seen them since... since my treatment in Norway. But... this link... is still good. Hey, John. Good luck, man, okay? I'm... I'm rooting for you.
John Kramer: Thank you.
Henry: Take care.
Interviewer: Doctor, what exactly is the procedure?
Dr. Pederson: Well, under the right circumstances and with the proper stimuli, genes can be turned on and turned off like a lightswitch!
Interviewer: And you're targeting the cancer cells?
Dr. Pederson: Exactly! What we've managed to do is to create a new, cutting-edge drug cocktail, along with surgery, to teach the malignant cells to "switch off".
John Kramer: Hmm...
Cecilia: My father, Dr. Finn Pederson, was forced into hiding by corrupt governments and their relationship to Big Pharma. Why? Because my father was on the cusp of curing dozens of diseases, which means no more need for lifelong medication. Can you imagine what that implies? Well, the big drug companies certainly can. And I'm here to say that this just cannot stand. So while my father continues to make further improvements for this formula, I'm taking his treatment on the road for more trials, to save as many lives as humanly possible.
[John quickly types an email: "I got your name from Henry Kessler. I am very interested...". He clicks the button underneath. Message sent, it reads. Cut to the next day: John's phone is ringing. John himself, who has been sleeping on his couch, slowly gets up, removes the blanket and picks it up.]
John Kramer: Who is this?
Cecilia: This is Cecilia Pederson. Is this John Kramer?
John Kramer: Yes, it is.
Cecilia: Good. We recieved the email with your medical record, Mr. Kramer. Thank you for reaching out. I'm sifting through potential candidates for our program, so I'm calling you now because we have spots opening for treatment in about three months.
[A long beat as John sits with that news.]
Cecilia: Mr. Kramer?
John Kramer: Uh, yes, I'm here.
Cecilia: You don't have three months, do you? 
[His silence confirms as such]
Cecilia: Okay, listen: I'm currently working in Mexico. Oslo has become too difficult for us. But we have a team of specialists here who share a belief in the Pederson Method, and I've gathered a group of eligible patients to start treatment a week from now. I think I could add one more spot, if you're interested.
John Kramer: Yes, I'm interested. Henry Kessler referred me to you.
Cecilia: (smiling) Henry! He's doing well -- I'm so pleased!
John Kramer: I wonder if you could... Could you tell me a little more about the treatment?
Cecilia: Of course. It's a two-pronged treatment that uses my father's Xaxiophenol cocktail. And, in your case, it would be combined with a cranial surgery to clear the tumor. When both are used together. the results have been stunning. Over 90% success rate. I know it's a long trip, Mr. Kramer, especially in your condition. But I want you to know that we've found a very beautiful location for our clinic outside Mexico City. It's in a well off-the-grid area in the countryside, where you can have safety and privacy. We'll also, of course, arrange for a trusted driver at your arrival.
John Kramer: What date did you have in mind?
Cecilia: The fifth, Friday after next.
John Kramer: I think I could make that.
Diego: J. Kramer? Yeah?
John Kramer: Yes. Si.
Diego: I'm Diego. Welcome to Mexico. Allow me, sir. Please, this way. There you go. Take a look at that. That's the Metropolitan Cathedral. That's the Revolutionary Memorial. That's the Angel of Independence. Take a look at that. Isn't it beautiful? Hey, J. J. That, my friend, that's the old Aztec statue of Tlaloc. That's where the priests chop the hearts out of their subjects and roll them down the stairs. Every day, a tourist wants me to take them here. Very strange. Hey, J. You okay?
Hijacker: Get out! What's your name?
John Kramer: John Kramer.
Hijacker: Lie to me again, and I'll empty this chamber into your eye!
John Kramer: I'm not lying, my name is John Kramer.
Hijacker: Not to worry, Señor Kramer. You're fine. You're safe. Come with me! Come, come! Here. Welcome. Watch your head. Your room. Here, come. Here. Good luck!
Gabriela: Sí?
John Kramer: I am John Kramer.
Gabriela: Come. Ayuda. I'm Gabriela. Mi familia. Come.
Gabriela: Sleep. Sleep here.
John Kramer: Dr. Cecilia Pederson?
Gabriela: Ah. Si. She saved life. My life.
Gabriela: I get. I get now.
Cecilia: Mr. Kramer, welcome.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
John Kramer: That was quite a reception that I got on the way out here.
Cecilia: Oh, our welcome wagon? I know, I’m sorry. But we’ve had to beef up the security wherever we go. The big drug companies are always one step behind and so we must keep our location secret from everyone, even you. Come. I want you to meet the team.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
Carlos: (IN ENGLISH) Yeah?
Cecilia: That’s Carlos. Our local football star. His father is the caretaker.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(CARLOS GRUNTING)
(FOOTBALL THUDDING)
Cecilia: (IN ENGLISH) This used to be a chemical factory back in the day.
(WATER DRIPPING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Cecilia: Mateo.
Mateo: Hello, Doctor.
Cecilia: This is John Kramer.
Mateo: Very nice to meet you, Mr. Kramer, and welcome to our clinic. You’re in very good hands with us.
John Kramer: Hmm.
Cecilia: Mateo is an anesthesiologist at Hospital Alto Prado. He did his residency at Johns Hopkins and has worked a lot with my father.
Mateo: Yes.
Cecilia: He’ll be helping out with your surgery tomorrow.
John Kramer: Thank you.
Mateo: I’ll be right here if you need anything.
Cecilia: Thank you.
Cecilia: This is Valentina, one of our nurses. She’ll be taking some scans and drawing some blood, all in preparation for the injection therapy later today.
Valentina: Mr. Sears’ vitals look good. He’s cleared for release.
Cecilia: Wonderful.
Cecilia: Parker Sears, John Kramer.
[The two patients shake hands]
Parker Sears: Thyroid cancer, advanced. You?
John Kramer: Uh, brain.
Parker Sears: Ah. (chuckles) You win.
(COUGHING)
Parker Sears: Sorry, they cut me open yesterday. Took out a tumor the size of my knob. I’m just about to start the cocktail.
Cecilia: Mutated natural killer cells. They’re a type of cytotoxic lymphocyte. Developed by my father.
Parker Sears: Good luck, John.
John Kramer: Thank you.
Cecilia: So, we’ve arranged for you to stay at a hotel. 
Valentina: Shall we begin?
Valentina: Please, don’t move.
(SIGHS)
(BEEPS)
(MACHINE WHIRS)
(MACHINE WHIRS)
Cecilia: So, Mr. Kramer… What do you do? Like, for a living?
John Kramer: John. Please, call me John.
Cecilia: And what do you do, John?
John Kramer: I’ve been a civil engineer and an architect most of my life. Now, I… have a few hobbies.
Cecilia: Hmm. Let me guess... Classic car renovation.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Cecilia: (CHUCKLES) No?
John Kramer: No. I, uh… I help people overcome inner obstacles. Help them make positive changes in their lives.
Cecilia: Like a life coach, yeah?
John Kramer: Something like that.
Cecilia: Sounds nice. I can’t think of anything more important than helping others.
John Kramer: Yeah.
Gabriela: Tequila. For good luck.
John Kramer: Thank you, Gabriela.
Gabriela: De nada.
Cecilia: It’s a local favorite. You can’t drink it now, though. Not before surgery.
John Kramer: “My sun sets to rise again.”
Cecilia: Your sun is rising again, John. We will make sure of it.
(EXHALES)
(HAMMERING IN DISTANCE)
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO IN DISTANCE)
(HAMMERING CONTINUES)
(CLANKING)
John Kramer: You speak English, Carlos?
Carlos: Que?
John Kramer: That’s about as good as my Spanish. How do you say “pull”?
John Kramer: Pull, pull. Pull.
Carlos: Jalar.
John Kramer: Jalar. Excellent. Jalar.
(JOHN GRUNTS)
Carlos: Gracias.
John Kramer: And who performs the surgery?
Cecilia: Dr. Ramone Cortez. Also at Alto Prado. He’s the best neurosurgeon in 2,000 miles. He’s the doctor I’d use if my own family was on the table. Now, we’ll be performing an “awake craniotomy.” This means that you’ll be floating in and out of consciousness…
Cecilia: (ECHOING) …so that we can do function mapping… This allows us to monitor your abilities, so that we don’t touch any part of your brain that might affect speech or movement…
(SHAVER BUZZING)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DR. CORTEZ SPEAKING SPANISH)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
(MONITOR BEEPING)
Dr. Cortez: Mr. Kramer… Can you please wiggle your fingers?
Dr. Cortez: Good. Motor function is clear.
Dr. Cortez: Suction vac, please.
(DR. CORTEZ SPEAKING SPANISH)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
Dr. Cortez: Valentina, will you move…
Valentina: (echoing) Right...
(EKG MACHINE BEEPING)
Mateo: Okay, great. We’re gonna put you back to sleep. I’m gonna count down from ten. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…
Cecilia: Hi, there. You did great.
John Kramer: Where are we?
Cecilia: We’re two blocks away from Mateo’s hospital. In case you need a transfusion. I got your bloodwork.
John Kramer: Hemoglobin’s normal.
Cecilia: It all looks good, John. It all looks good.
Cecilia: Now… drink two a day. One in the morning and one at night.
John Kramer: Okay.
Cecilia: In addition to my father’s treatment, it contains a painkiller you’ll need for the next seven days.
John Kramer: And after that, what happens then?
Cecilia: Your whole life happens then.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
John Kramer: I never got a chance to say goodbye to Gabriela. Or any of the others.
Cecilia: I’ll send them your best. Don’t get your head wet. The bandage is antibacterial. It will stave off infection. Valentina will swing by to keep an eye on it for you. Get some rest now, John.
John Kramer: Okay.
John Kramer: Dr. Pederson, just so you know… I’ll wire the second half of the payment tomorrow morning.
Cecilia: Thank you, John. Have a good life, John. A long, good life. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
(HOPEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
John Kramer: Do you have a gift card? It’s for a friend. Thank you.
(HOPEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
John Kramer: Un momento, por favor.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
John Kramer: (IN ENGLISH) Hello? Gabriela?
(FLIPS SWITCH)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Doctor: Hello, and welcome to section five in our neurosurgery series. The human brain is a mystery, hundreds of millions…
Cecilia: We’ll be performing an “awake craniotomy.” This means that you’ll be floating in and out of consciousness.
Dr. Cortez: Valentina…
Valentina: (echoing) Right...
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Cecilia: Have a good life, John. A long, good life.
[The anger reaches a boiling point. John, breathing anxiously, grabs the tequila bottle and smashes it on the floor with a scream of inner pain and loss. Cut to the next night: the Tlaloc statue, where Diego's taxi slowly pulls up to the sidewalk]
Diego: Hey, guys.
Diego: Did you know that when the Aztecs roll the heart of their victim down the stairs people will take them home and display them like ornaments? In their fucking houses. Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
TOURIST 1: Nice. 
Diego: Yes, sir, welcome to Mexico.
Diego: Okay, so here we are. This is the Tlaloc statue. Okay? Huh. Thank you, man. Have a good one.
TOURIST 2: Of course, man. Thanks.
(SIGHS)
(SHUTS ENGINE)
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY IN SPANISH)
Diego: Hello. Buenas noches. (in Spanish) Where are we going?
John Kramer: (in Spanish) To Hell.
(JOHN SPEAKING)
(DIEGO SCREAMS)
(COUGHS, GROANS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHIMPERING)
(CRYING)
Diego: (SCREAMS IN SPANISH) Ayuda! Ayuda!
(GROANS IN PAIN)
Diego: Kramer?
[Behind a plate of glass, John stares dagger-eyed at the young taxi driver]
Diego: Hey, man... (shouting) I’ve told you what you wanted to know! I fucking told you who you’re looking for!
(CURSES IN SPANISH)
(PANTING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(MUTTERING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Diego: Kramer... Kramer!
(YELLING IN SPANISH)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Jigsaw: (ON TAPE) Hello, Diego. Or, should I call you…
[Flashback to the operation scene. Dr. Cortez stares at the camera. The resemblance between him and Diego is... uncanny, to say the least]
Jigsaw: Dr. Cortez?
Jigsaw: I’d like to play a game. Attached to your arms are two explosive devices. Pipe bombs. Think of the explosives as a sort of... cancer. A malignancy that must be cut out for you to survive. The blades cannot cut through the galvanized cable, but they can slice through flesh and muscle, allowing you to cut the cancer away. Live or die. The choice is yours.
(TIMER BEEPS)
Diego: No, no, no. No, no, no.
Diego: Kramer.
(TIMER BEEPING)
Diego: Kramer! Kramer! Kramer!
Diego: No...
John Kramer: You're gonna be okay...
[Later, John calls someone.]
John Kramer: Detective, I could use your assistance in locating some people that are in need of... our services.
Burly Man: Okay. Vamonos.
Mateo?
Hey.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Mm.
Gracias.
Cecilia: I’m arranging a small team in Bolivia next week, Margaret. Yeah, we have three cases scheduled already. But I think that we might have room for one more spot. Yeah. We’re working off the grid, of course, but if you think you can get there, Margaret. No… Please, no need to cry, Margaret. No… (CHUCKLES) I’m not an angel. It’s pure science. All right. You send those medical records in and we’ll have a look, all right? Perfect. See you soon, Margaret. See you soon.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
(DISTANT THUDDING)
(RADIO ANNOUNCER SPEAKING IN FRENCH)
(DISTANT THUDDING)
Cecilia: I’ve got a gun!
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(SCREAMING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GARAGE DOOR OPENING)
(CAR STARTING)
Cecilia: What the fuck…
(GASPS)
Amanda Young: Hi.
Cecilia: Who are you?
John Kramer: This is my associate, Amanda.
[A quick montage follows: we see how Amanda, as she dons her pig mask, incapacitated the rapist by slamming a brick against his head before kidnapping Valentina, stunned Mateo with the cattle prod and attacked Gabriela in the restroom. Back to the garage: Dr. Pederson is starting to lose consciousness]
(VALENTINA SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
(YELPS)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
Amanda Young: Get some rest, Cecilia. (smiling viciously) You’re going to fucking need it.
(MAN SCREAMING)
(CHAIN CLANGING)
Gabriela: Mateo.
What the fuck is going on? (screaming) Why are we back here?
Oh, my God. What the…
(MATEO CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(CHAINS CLANKING)
(GROANS)
MATEO: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Help. Who are you? Do you know why we’re here?
Gabriela: Hey! Hey.
MATEO: Lady, do you know…
(GABRIELA SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
Do you know who brought us here?
(VALENTINA SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
MATEO: (IN ENGLISH) Hey! Can you help us?
(GROANS)
Gabriela: Who are you? Please. Please, please.
(GROANING)
Hey, hey…
What… What are you doing?
(RATTLING)
Gabriela: Hey.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Mateo: John? I-It was you? (screaming) Why?! (softer) Why are we here?
Cecilia: John! What is this? We were only trying to help you.
John Kramer: That game is over. And a new game is about to begin.
[He turns to the former nurse and current trap victim]
John Kramer: Valentina…
[She whimpers, as we briefly see her in her nurse uniform]
John Kramer: Did my blood ever make it to the lab? Or… did you just suck it out and flush it down the drain somewhere?
[She whimpers]
Mateo: Mr. Kramer. Mr. Kramer. Please, listen to me. (sinking on his knees) I beg you. I beg you, please. Please. (pointing around) We have nothing to do with this. We didn’t know what was going on. (pointing to Cecilia) It was all her. She planned the whole thing.
John Kramer: Mateo... I don’t even know if that’s your real name.
Mateo: It is my real name.
John Kramer: (sarcastic) It is? Oh... 
[Another brief flash of the other day: Mateo smiling at John] 
John Kramer: ‘Cause they have never heard of you at the hospital. 
Mateo: She told me to say that I worked there. But I don’t. I’m sorry.
John Kramer: Mm, mm.
Mateo: Please wait. Let me explain.
Gabriela: Mr. Kramer… I meant no harm.
John Kramer: I would really like to believe you... Gabriela.
[Gabriela sobs.]
John Kramer: You’ll have a chance to prove yourself.
Gabriela: Por favor. Por favor.
[John steps back to Valentina. She whimpers while he bends forward, lightly rotates the wooden box next to her and opens it]
John Kramer: The key to your freedom is inside that box.
Valentina: (looking) What the hell is that?
John Kramer: It’s a Gigli saw.
Valentina: I thought you said there was a key.
Amanda Young: He was speaking metaphorically. He does that a lot.
[She turns to the apprentice, her eyes filled with anger]
Valentina: When I get out of here, I’m gonna kill both of you motherfuckers!
Amanda Young: (sarcastic) That’s a good plan. You’re gonna wanna really listen carefully to the rules in order to pull that off.
Valentina: (lunging, breathing frantically) Fuck you!
(WHIMPERING)
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
John Kramer: Go ahead.
Valentina: No. No. What…
(MACHINE POWERING UP)
Valentina: No. No. What?
John Kramer: The wire saw inside of that box was invented by an Italian physician. Leonardo Gigli. It creates an extraordinarily clean cut to the bone.
Valentina: No.
(SAW WHIRRING)
Valentina: No. No, no, no, no, no!
Valentina: No, no, no, no!
(SCREAMS)
(SOBBING)
Amanda Young: The dotted line on your leg marks the spot.
Valentina: Are you fucking crazy? What makes you think I’d fucking cut off my own leg?
John Kramer: Because if you don’t, the wire saw that’s wrapped around your neck will first cut into your skin, then your vertebral ligaments, and finally, it’ll sever your spinal cord.
Valentina: (whimpering) No.
Amanda Young: The CliffsNotes version? (whispering) It’s gonna cut your head off.
[She puts a suction device next to Valentina, who tries to get hold of her...]
Valentina: No!
[...but misses again as Amanda steps back]
Cecilia: You won’t. You wouldn’t.
John Kramer: Uh, it’s true. We won’t... but Valentina might.
(SHUDDERS)
John Kramer: All of you… All of you… All of you. You promised dying people... (shouting) Dying people! That you could save their lives. (emotionally) And in doing so, you took advantage of the only thing… that they still possessed. Hope.
Cecilia: No, John. We’ve worked to heal people. Your case was… different.
[The mastermind scoffs]
John Kramer: And still you lie. My associate, Amanda here, has had a look at your bank records. Take a look. 
[He holds up a bunch of papers, showing the bank transfers made to Cecilia's account: all of them conned, all of them dead]
John Kramer: Who are those thirty-four people to you?
Amanda Young: John’s case was different? Did you heal any of those thirty-four people?
John Kramer: Did they have children that are now orphaned? You’ve been doing this larcenist dance now for more than eight years. Eight years. That’s more than eight million dollars. That’s a lot of pain… to inflict on others... for your own enrichment.
Amanda Young: There was no healing going on there, bitch. They’re all underground. I checked. We know everything. We have everything. Including the cash from your house. (pointing) We have it upstairs.
Valentina: Please. Please, don’t do this. Please. (CRYING) Please, help me. Please.
John Kramer: That’s exactly what we are doing, Valentina. This is not retribution, it’s a reawakening.
(SOBBING)
John Kramer: Valentina, follow my instructions if you want to live. There are more than five pounds of marrow in the human body. All you need is three ounces.
(SCOFFS)
John Kramer: There’s more than enough in your femur. Just suction it out, it’ll be transferred to that device right there and it will deactivate the saw around your neck. Don’t hesitate. Because your time is prescribed.
(SOBBING)
(CRYING) No. No.
John Kramer: Now, refusing to play the game is not an option. If you refuse… you will remain in this room…
(SOBBING)
John Kramer: ...forever.
Amanda Young: (whispering) You’ll make it. So long as you keep your head.
MATEO: We were not involved in the whole thing.
(GABRIELA SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
MATEO: (IN ENGLISH) Please.
Cecilia: John! Please... This is not right.
John Kramer: Not right? A lecture in moral decency... from you?
MATEO: No, no, John. John!
(VALENTINA WHIMPERING)
Please, wait, John!
John!
John!
Please, please, please, help me.
(ALL CLAMORING)
MATEO: John, please wait!
(JOHN COUGHING)
Please wait! Please wait!
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MATEO AND GABRIELA CRYING)
GABRIELA: What do we do?
(GABRIELA SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(CHAINS CLANKING AND THUDDING)
Cecilia: John!
MATEO: John, please wait! You don’t have to do this! John! John!
No, no.
Cecilia: Valentina, look at me.
Cecilia: Look at me! You can do this.
No, no, no, I can’t! No.
Cecilia: You have to do this!
No!
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) Valentina, come on! Do it!
Okay.
(VALENTINA WHIMPERING ON CAMERA)
MATEO: You can do it.
(TIMER BEEPING)
Oh, my God! No!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
No, no, no, no, no! No, no, no!
Oh, my God.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Cecilia: (IN ENGLISH) The tourniquet.
No, no!
Cecilia: Put it on.
Cecilia: Goddamn it, Valentina, the tourniquet! Put it on!
Cecilia: Faster!
(WHIMPERING)
You can do this.
You can do this!
(SOBBING)
Cecilia: Now, the wire saw. Wrap it under your leg.
MATEO: If Diego could do this, you can do this.
Okay.
(BREATH TREMBLING)
Cecilia: Come on.
You have to. Save yourself!
(FLESH TEARS)
(SCREAMING)
Oh, my God!
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
(WHIMPERING LOUDLY)
I can’t! I can’t!
Cecilia: Don’t stop, don’t think! Just do it!
(SCREAMING) No!
(FLESH TEARS)
(SCREAMING)
Come on!
Faster.
(SCREAMING)
Do it, don’t think. Keep going. You’re gonna die. Come on!
(SCREAMING)
Cecilia: You’re running out of time!
Come on.
Fuck. Come on!
Faster.
Come on. Faster! Keep going until it’s off!
(SCREAMING) No!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BEEPING)
Cecilia: For God’s sake, Valentina, save yourself!
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIMPERING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(TIMER BEEPING)
Go on.
Okay, okay, okay.
Cecilia: You’re running out of time!
(VALENTINA GRUNTING)
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
MATEO: You’re doing great.
You’re doing great.
(GRUNTING IN PAIN)
(SCREAMING HOARSELY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Please.
VALENTINA: I’m not gonna make it. No, no, no! I’m not going to make it!
Oh, my God. No. No. No.
(TIMER BEEPING)
No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no!
No. No, no, no!
No!
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
No!
(SCREAMING)
(WHIRRING)
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(BODY THUDS)
(MATEO AND GABRIELA WHIMPERING)
Oh, fuck.
Mateo: Help!
Gabriela: This is all your fault! You brought me into this. You brought me into this!
Cecilia: Get it together, Gabby!
Gabriela: Oh, no...
Cecilia: I'm not the one addicted to Oxy, am I?
John Kramer: Gabriela's next.
[Amanda looks towards John, clearly questioning.]
John Kramer: What?
Amanda Young: Sometimes, we get sucked into things that... are against our nature. Drugs are as vicious as they are powerful.
Kramer: We all have free will. Gabriella had her own free will. And if you can't handle this, how will you handle the rest of our work?
Cecilia: They’re not looking.
GABRIELA: Why don’t we use the… Our clothes to tie them and take it…
MATEO: Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, we can do that.
Cecilia: We need a rope.
(JOHN SIGHS)
(PILL BOX RATTLING)
Amanda Young: Do you want to keep going?
John Kramer: Yes. The pain… just comes in waves.
Amanda Young: Listen, I’m not ready to do this without you.
John Kramer: You are ready. You are ready and you can.
(GRUNTS)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Cecilia. Cecilia, what are you doing?
(CECILIA GRUNTS)
MATEO: Cecilia, don’t touch her!
Shh.
MATEO: Cecilia, don’t touch her.
GABRIELA: Stop.
MATEO: No, no.
John Kramer: Right now, Amanda, these people deserve to be tested.
Amanda Young: That lady doctor... deserves nothing.
John Kramer: Everyone deserves a chance. An opportunity to redeem themselves. You should know that more than anyone.
Amanda Young: Hmm.
MATEO: Cecilia... Cecilia, what the fuck is that? Cecilia, what are you doing?
No… No. No. Wait!
No! No!
Shh.
Ugh.
(MATEO RETCHES)
Cecilia: We have a rope.
No!
Cecilia: Mateo!
Fine, fine.
(MATEO GRUNTS)
Okay. Yes, you can loop it around the table and…
And pull it in.
(GABRIELA GRUNTS)
(WHEELS RATTLING)
MATEO: Yes, yes.
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
(LAUGHING SHAKILY)
(EXCLAIMS)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
Cecilia: Pick up, pick up.
Yeah.
(SPEAKING NORWEGIAN)
(COLLAR BUZZING)
(GRUNTS)
No!
(COLLAR BUZZING)
No! No, no!
(HANGS UP)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GASPING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(GASPS)
Cecilia: Listen. Just listen. You’re right. I’m a total fraud.But my father, John, he’s the real deal. And you know that. He can save you.
John Kramer: Is that your concern? Saving me?
Cecilia: But he can heal you, I swear to God. That’s who I was trying to call. Let me talk to him. Let me tell him where we are and he will come. He will come help you. To save my life.
Amanda Young: Begging won’t help. Trust me, you’re not the first to try.
(SIGHS)
Please.
Please.
Please, please. Please help. Please.
Please, please.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Amanda Young: John? We have a visitor.
PARKER: Open this fucking door! It’s Parker Sears! I’ve come to get my money back and I’m not going until I get it!
Help! Hey!
PARKER: Pederson, you thief!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(GUN FIRING)
Oh, fuck.
(PARKER GRUNTS)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(GRUNTS) Hey.
Hey! What is this?
Amanda Young: Walk in with a gun, get treated like a criminal.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Who are you?
Amanda Young: I was gonna ask you the same question.
I know you. Kramer. Brain cancer, right?
(OBJECTS RATTLING)
John Kramer: What are you doing here, Parker?
I came to get my money back. These people are just crooks. Look at this.
John Kramer: Ah. Hmm… Yeah.
Is that Pederson?
John Kramer: And Mateo. Gabriela, Valentina... And Diego was in on it too. They’re all con artists. And we, we were the suckers.
That bitch. I gave her everything. All the money I had. That was for my family, that money. To make good with my kids when I was gone.
John Kramer: But instead, you traded it for magic beans. More time, a shot at life. What’s your life really mean to you, Parker? Have you ever thought about that? Because if you find the meaning of your life, what you’ve found is your soul. We have your money. You can be assured of that. But before I let you confront Cecilia, there’s a game that she has to play out to its conclusion.
What do you mean, a game?
Oh, God… You killed Valentina.
John Kramer: We. Don’t. Kill.
You chopped her fucking head off!
Amanda Young: Valentina died because she didn’t have the will to live. She failed her test. John, if he found us here, others might too, and soon. We’re wasting time.
John Kramer: I’m just trying to give Mr. Sears a chance to make his choice.
What choice? I don’t have a choice. What are you two fucking talking about?
Kramer: I’m going to give you an opportunity to do something significant with your life. Right now.
I’m listening.
John Kramer: But first, I’m going to have to insist… no guns. Rules are rules. Consequences for breaking them will be dire. Understood?
Undo me now?
Amanda Young: John.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
John Kramer: I promise you, Amanda. One way or another, it’s all gonna work out according to plan. Why don’t you go and prepare Gabriela for the next game? You want me to do it?
Amanda Young: No. But the anesthesiologist is next.
MATEO: Lady, can you talk to me, please? Can you… Can you please talk to me? Please talk to me. You fucking bitch! You fucking cunt!
(TASER FIRES)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Help me, help me. Help me, help me. Help me. Please.
Amanda Young: Believe it or not, I just did. You were next.
He’s a monster. He’s gonna kill you the same way he’s gonna kill all of us. Please…
Amanda Young: You don’t know John. If you want any more of my help, keep your mouth shut about that.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Is that so I don’t shoot that thief in the face?
John Kramer: Trust me, Mr. Sears. In short order, she’ll wish that you had.
(GASPS)
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(MATEO WHIMPERING)
Mateo.
Fuck.
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
(MATEO WHIMPERING)
(WHEELS RATTLING)
What…
Ah… (WHIMPERING)
What the fuck is that?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GASPS)
Cecilia: What is it? What is it?
I don’t know what the fuck all of these things are. Medical supplies, I think... and there’s a fucking bone cutter.
Cecilia: A craniotome.
I don’t care what the fucking thing is called, Cecilia! There’s this thing that says “Play me.” I’m not gonna touch that thing.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(SCREAMING)
Fine. Fine.
JIGSAW: (ON TAPE) Hello, Mateo. It’s time to play a game. The rules are simple. Place a big enough piece of your cerebral tissue into the glass enzyme tank and you win.
A piece of what? A piece of what?
Cecilia: Gray matter.
What does that mean?
Cecilia: A piece of your brain.
This is insane. This is insane. (SCREAMS) Kramer!
(SCREAMING) John, please! Kramer! Please!
JIGSAW: If you complete your task in less than three minutes, the enzymes will dissolve the tissue to close a circuit. This will save your life. But know this. The brain is a remarkably resilient organ. There have been accounts of people undergoing complete anatomical hemispherectomies. Half their brain removed, only to have it rewire itself, so that the patient not only survives, but thrives.
Ah…
I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to do that.
(COLLAR BUZZING)
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING) Okay…
JIGSAW: The only thing I have not provided is your anesthetic. But trust me, you will want to remain alert. And if you fail to act, the consequences will not go well for you. Do not waste time. Live or die, the choice is yours.
(TIMER BEEPING)
No, no, no. I need to take this thing off.
(SCREAMING)
Somebody help me.
Mateo.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
You have to use the craniotome.
(GABRIELA SPEAKING SPANISH)
Cecilia: (IN ENGLISH) Yes, Mateo, you have to.
That is not going to fucking happen.
Cecilia: You have to cut into your scalp.
No. No.
Yes!
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) I can’t do it. I can’t…
Cecilia: Do you want to live? Or wind up like her?
Mateo!
Okay.
Is there a cable?
MATEO: Is this it?
This is it.
Yes. (SPEAKING SPANISH)
(DRILL WHIRRING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Cecilia: Just do it.
(SCREAMING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(TIMER BEEPING)
(DRILL WHIRS)
(SCREAMING)
(TISSUE SQUISHES)
(SCREAMING)
(GABRIELA WHIMPERING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
Faster!
(SCREAMING)
(GAGS)
(PANTING)
Oh, my God. Oh… Oh, my God.
(TISSUE SQUISHES)
(SCREAMING)
Cecilia: Pull it out!
(BEEPING)
Ah! (GRUNTING)
Cecilia: Dig it out! Do it!
Oh…
GABRIELA: No! (SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SCREAMING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
No!
No! Mateo!
(GABRIELA SOBBING)
(GABRIELA SOBBING SOFTLY)
You guys are fucking sick.
John Kramer: We’re sick? These people kill with false hope.
Amanda Young: What if there is something her father can do to help you?
John Kramer: Amanda, you know as well as I do, people will say almost anything to save their own life.
Amanda Young: Yeah, but her father's real. We both know that.
John Kramer: Amanda, the reality is... I'm dying. I am dying. You have to face that. But our work's not gonna end. And I'm trust... trusting you... to carry on.
[They embrace, warmly, lovingly. Amanda sobs, and a single tear slides down John's face. He looks up at the clock]
John Kramer: It’s almost morning. We have a job to do. We’re running out of time. I want you to go and free Mr. Sears. And see if he’ll play by the rules.
No.
No.
Cecilia: Gabriela, you have to take it.
No.
Cecilia: We’ll never get out of here otherwise.
(WHIRRING)
GABRIELA: What was that? What’s that?
JIGSAW: (ON TAPE) Hello, Gabriela. I want to play a game…
No, no, stop it! Stop it. Stop it…
John Kramer: I’m afraid that’s not going to work. You are going to have to play the game.
(WHIMPERING)
(WHIMPERING)
No! No, no, no, no, no!
What the fuck?
(SCREAMING)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(SCREAMING)
John Kramer: Although you all pretended to cure my cancer, I have spent years in treatment. Chemotherapy, immunotherapy, radiation. Radiation machines are not to be trifled with. So, follow my instructions carefully, Gabriela.
Fuck.
John Kramer: The only way out is to free your hand and ankle from the shackles. Use the tool above you.
GABRIELA: (CRYING) No! No, you can’t! You can’t! Let me out! (SCREAMING) Let me out!
John Kramer: Broken bones heal. Flesh can be grafted. This will not be easy, but then, nothing worth having, like life, ever is.
(GABRIELA CRYING)
(SCREAMING)
Cecilia: You have to take it, Gabby.
(GABRIELA GROANING IN PAIN)
Cecilia: Do it. You have to do it, Gabby.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Cecilia: No, no, no, no, no! Start with your foot. You’ll swing out of the way.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Cecilia: Okay, Gabby.
(SCREAMING)
(MALLET THUDDING)
(BONE CRACKS)
(SCREAMING)
Cecilia: You did it, Gabby.
(GROANS WEAKLY)
No.
No. No.
No. No, no. No.
(SOBBING) Stop it. Please.
Cecilia: Don’t stop. Gabby!
(GRUNTING IN PAIN)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIMPERING)
John Kramer: Drop her at a hospital.
Okay, play time’s over. Give me the keys.
(AMANDA GROANS)
John Kramer: I stated to you very clearly that guns were against the rules.
Fuck your rules, John. The keys to Cecilia’s chains.
John Kramer: You don’t need the keys. She’s not going anywhere.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Now, move.
(DOOR OPENS)
Come on. Move.
(GROANING)
Cecilia: I thought you forgot about me.
Not a chance. You know I’d die for you, baby. Unlock her. Now!
(GRUNTS)
Cecilia: I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I met you.
Come on, old man. Lock yourself in. Come on, move!
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(LOCK CLICKS IN)
Cecilia: New game. It’s called "we live, you die, fuck you." Simple enough?
Amanda Young: I told you Parker would break the rules. You failed your test, asshole.
(LAUGHS)
John Kramer: We need to get her to a hospital. She won her game and she deserves to live.
Cecilia: Oh, does she now?
John Kramer: Her injuries need medical treatment.
Cecilia: Do they?
(GASPING)
Don’t even think about it!
Amanda Young: No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no!
(NECK SNAPS)
(GASPS)
(AMANDA SCREAMS)
Amanda Young: (SCREAMING) You sick bitch!
(SCREAMS IN ANGUISH)
Cecilia: Unfortunately, I don’t think she’s gonna make it.
(SOBBING)
Parker.
Give me the keys.
(AMANDA SCREAMS)
Lock yourself in.
(LOCK CLICKING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Cecilia: So, tell me, John. You’ve been doing this for a very long time, haven’t you? How did I stop you? Am I just that good?
John Kramer: Don’t flatter yourself. I just had a lapse in judgement. That’s all.
Cecilia: Yeah, I agree. For a guy as smart as you are, John, you kind of overplayed your hand here, wouldn’t you say?
Amanda Young: You don’t give a shit that all your friends are dead because of you?
Cecilia: Friends? Not friends. They were loose ends, sweetheart. Nothing but loose ends. Do you want to know what I thought when I watched them each die? One less person to split the money with. So, thank you. You did me a favor.
You’re gonna have to get the money back from me, before you two can split it.
PARKER: I think we’ll get the money back. It’s upstairs.
Amanda Young: You know she’s eventually gonna kill you, too, right?
Fuck off, Amanda.
John Kramer: Amanda’s right. She’s gonna burn you. You just can’t see it yet.
Cecilia: God… Is that really all you’ve got left, John? When I realized who you really were… Jig-fucking-saw… I got a bit worried. God’s honest. And now, the great John Kramer is gonna die in one of his own traps. There’s some wicked irony. And the crazy thing is, that you could have just walked away. Acknowledged that you got beat, got conned. But, no… You just had to come back, didn’t you?
Why don’t we put this bitch on the other side of that thing and press play?
(THUDDING ON WALL)
Cecilia: You know, this fucking asshole is dead in two months, but I want him to suffer like he made me suffer. I want his last memory to be watching someone innocent die.
Amanda Young: If you think I’m innocent…
Cecilia: You? Not for a second.
(THUDDING CONTINUES)
Cecilia: But I think I hear an answer.
(DOOR OPENS)
Cecilia: Hey, Carlos. 
CARLOS: Hi.
Cecilia: What are you doing? I’ve got some friends I want you to meet. Wanna come inside?
Okay.
Cecilia: Come on.
Cecilia: (DISTANTLY) Here we are.
(DOOR OPENS)
Cecilia: Look who I found.
(CARLOS STRUGGLING)
Amanda Young: John… Who is that?
John Kramer: A friend... and a terrible, unforeseen consequence.
John Kramer: Please, don’t do this. The boy is innocent.
Cecilia: Exactly. So, if you let him die, it’s all on you.
How do we get this thing started?
John Kramer: It’s activated by the subjects.
Cecilia: Of course. Because you wouldn’t be responsible for killing anyone, would you? Fucking hypocrite. Well, you might want to tell the kid the rules before we start.
John Kramer: He’s not a player... in any of this.
Cecilia: Oh, come on, John. Do the scary voice. (MOCKINGLY IMITATING JIGSAW) “I’d like to play a game.” (IN NORMAL VOICE) No? You really want the boy to play without hearing the rules? I don’t think he’s gonna fare well.
(JOHN GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
John, I will cut his throat!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(PARKER GRUNTS)
Kramer: This is not right. It’s not right.
Cecilia: Oh, really? A lecture on moral decency from you? You’ve got ten seconds, or I hit the lever myself. And I don’t have a silly moral code like you, trust me.
John Kramer: Carlos… No jalar. Comprende?
Cecilia: (IN ENGLISH) Turn it on, Parker, and let’s go.
John Kramer: No jalar.
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(MACHINE POWERING UP)
(GRUNTING)
(GASPING)
(MACHINE RUMBLING)
CARLOS: (IN ENGLISH) No, no!
No.
(JOHN GAGGING)
(CHOKING)
Cecilia: Not waterboarding, huh? Bloodboarding...
(GURGLING)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(GURGLING)
(COUGHS, SPITS)
(COUGHING)
John Kramer: No jalar, Carlos! No jalar!
(GRUNTS)
(GURGLING)
(PANTING)
Amanda Young: (SCREAMING) Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
(AMANDA SCREAMING IN ANGUISH)
Amanda Young: Stop it, you’re killing him!
Cecilia: All he has to do is push the lever, sacrifice the kid.
(WHIMPERING)
Let’s go and get the money.
Cecilia: Once I heard your voice over that speaker, I knew I’d be fine.
I can’t believe they fell for the whole damn thing, hook, line, and sinker.
Cecilia: I know.
Fucking idiots. (LAUGHS)
[As Cecilia looks around the control centre, a small frown appears on Parker's face]
But if you were the last player... who was supposed to be on the other side of that plank with you?
[Then she sees the bag]
Cecilia: There’s the money.
[She lifts it and pulls it off the shelf... pulling a tripwire. Hello Zepp kicks into full gear as the evil smile on Cecilia's face makes place for an expression of discomfort. An alarm starts to blare, sirens flicker, while in the main room, the bloodboarding stops. John gurgles, weary but alive, as a ten minute timer, which was obscured by the bag, starts to tick down. Cecilia and Parker looks at each other, while the seesaw lowers and straightens itself, while John coughs up some blood. Cecilia, meanwhile, walks to the table and opens the bag. Parker joins her, his eyes widening with surprise. The only thing they find are the bank records John showed earlier, the evidence of Cecilia's sinister plot]
Cecilia: Where’s the fucking money? (digging deeper, irritated) Where’s the money?
[Behind them, the door suddenly snaps shut. John, slowly regaining his bearings, starts to undo his neck shackle: it was never locked by key. Amanda, knowing their plan has kicked into gear, sinks on one knee and starts undoing her leg shackle. John's wrist shackles are then unlocked: he's free. In the other room, Parker runs to the door and pulls at the handle, grunting. It's no use: it's locked. The bloodsmeared Kramer gets up, exhausted, taking a deep breath. Sears shakes the doorknob in frustration, before stepping back]
PARKER: Fuck!
[Cecilia, standing next to him, lifts Parker's gun and aims at the handle, fires... but the only result is a dry click. She tries again and again, but it doesn't fire]
Cecilia: Fuck...
[John seems to have regained his composure, and looks over to his young Mexican friend. He lowers his arms and sighs regretfully: this was never meant to happen. Amanda, meanwhile, has undone her shackle as well, and hastens up the stair to free Carlos. Cecilia tries to fire one last time, but Parker's face says it all: they have been played. The how is revealed in a flashback: while Cecilia's boyfriend was unconscious, Kramer dismantled all the bullets in the gun by removing the gunpowder inside, before putting them back and placing the gun in the closet to keep the illusion intact. From Cecilia's disillusioned face, we cut back to the seesaw. Carlos is freed and flies into John's arms. They briefly embrace, while Amanda, emotionally wrought but content, smiles tearfully. John gently pushes the boy back a bit, admiring Carlos' courage]
John Kramer: (proudly) You... are a warrior, my boy. A warrior.
Amanda Young: (to John) Are you okay?
John Kramer: (sighs) Not exactly as we planned it, but…
[Amanda laughs, a tad nervously, while John smiles. Back to the control room]
Cecilia: (thinking) How did they know? (looking at her lover) How did they know about you?
[As the camera begin to circle them wildly, we cut to another flashback: briefly before Diego's game, John interrogated him. The young man, presumably strapped to a chair, was pulled by his hair, and quickly spilled all of his juicy secrets]
Diego: (GRUNTS) Parker Sears! Okay? He was in on it! (John nods) He’s a handler, and he’s fucking Cecilia, too!
[More frantic spinning, and another flashback: John's phone call. A familiar voice is heard]
Det. Hoffman (vo): I was able to find the man you asked for.
John Kramer: (nodding slightly) Uh-huh. Good.
Det. Hoffman (vo): But Parker Sears... You'll have to find another way.
[We see Cecilia getting electrocuted again, with Amanda picking up her phone. The screen shows a name: PARKER SEARS. She presses "Ignore" and smiles]
Amanda Young: (softly) Gotcha...
[That's how the last fish was lured in: Parker, acting out his charade, pounding on the door...]
Amanda Young (vo): We have a visitor.
[...before being incapacitated by Amanda. The two frauds walk over to the window, seeing John, Amanda and Carlos standing on the steps near the Bloodboarding Trap. They're at a loss for words]
Cecilia: Wha...
[Inside the room, an old-fashioned tape deck starts up. Jigsaw's voice comes out of the speaker.]
Jigsaw: Cecilia Pederson... Parker Sears... You’ve each been working a grift, playing a role, working together. 
[Parker leans forward, looking defeated]
Jigsaw: Continuing to play out your scam, never realizing that you have been the marks all night long.
[At the side of the room, gas starts to be pumped in. Parker hurries to the side of the room, seeing that it comes from several cannisters filled with lethal neurotoxin]
Jigsaw: You were given a chance for redemption, but at every turn, you chose death...
[Cecilia stares at John, and John stares back. Another brief flashback]
Jigsaw: ...instead of life.
[Another brief flashback]
John Kramer: I promise you, one way or another, it’s all gonna work out according to plan.
[Parker pounds on the window, begging for help]
Jigsaw: You have played your last con game…
Parker Sears: No! No!
Jigsaw: …but not your last game. 
[He picks up a nearby chair and smacks it against the glass. No effect: it is bulletproof, and therefore surely chairproof too]
Jigsaw: The two of you have worked together to destroy others.
[And yes, the chair is smashed to bits. Cecilia, meanwhile, slowly starts to gasp for breath: the poison begins to take effect]
Jigsaw: Now, you will work against each other.
[At the side of the room, a metal lid slides down with a loud thud. Cecilia notices. It has created a ventilation hole, big enough for one person's head]
Jigsaw: Only one can survive.
[Parker, coughing and gasping, looks at the back of his hands. Chemical burns begin to form on them. He looks up]
Jigsaw: And the choice... is yours.
[The fraudulent doctor, not even thinking twice, hurries to the hole and sticks her head in, breathing heavily. Sears hurries towards her: he sure ain't gonna give up easily. With all his might, he drags his girlfriend out and sticks his own noggin' through the plastic flaps, taking in the fresh air. We then see Cecilia, smiling...]
Cecilia: I thought you forgot about me.
[...while in real time, she pulls Parker back into the now completely gas filled room]
Parker Sears: You know I’d die for you, baby.
[A duel to the death insues. Parker grabs the metal shard, while Cecilia flings herself at him, trying to reclaim it. Amanda covers young Carlos' eyes]
Amanda Young: (softly) Don't look.
[Parker pushes Pederson away, takes a swing with the improvised sword and misses. Cecilia then throws herself against Parker with a loud grunt...]
Cecilia: Ah!
[...and starts to bash Sears' head against the control panel. Multiple times. While still covering the young boy's eyes, the three survivors slowly descend the stair. Parker, with the last of his power, raises the shard, but Pederson overpowers him and stabs the man in the gut. He grunts in agony as blood starts to drip from his stomach. Another flashback]
Amanda Young: You know she’s eventually gonna kill you, too, right?
Parker Sears: Fuck off, Amanda.
John Kramer: (as Cecilia smiles) She’s gonna burn you. You just can’t see it yet.
[Cecilia's disfigured hand pulls the bloodstained spike out of Parker's body, who's barely standing. The victor staggers to the ventilation hole and sticks her whimpering, acid-burned head out, while Sears collapses to the floor, dead and blinded by the neurotoxin. Outside, Kramer picks up his notebook and pen, before staring up towards Cecilia's head]
Cecilia: John...
[He stares at the woman who scammed him with cold indifference... and turns away]
Cecilia: (yelling after him) John!
[John joins Amanda and Carlos, as they walk away from the villainous scammer. On a nearby bench, John pulls up a white shoulder bag, containing the cash they reclaimed from Cecilia. He holds it in front of Carlos: his prize. The boy smiles]
Carlos: Gracias.
John Kramer: Let’s get you home, Carlos.
[Carlos slides the bag straps over his shoulder. The three then make their way to the exit, passing Billy on the way out. All Cecilia can do is watch and whimper, as in the control room, the timer hits zero, and the neurotoxin recedes. The false doctor stares upwards: frightened, alone and hopeless, just like her victims. The trio of survivors close in on the door. John and Amanda open them, and sun pours down on Carlos' head. Amanda playfulls ruffles the young boy's hair as they step outside, into the light of a new day. The movie's title is shown again: SAW X. The scene disappears as the screen gets brighter and brighter, before cutting to black. The first half of the credits starts to roll.]
== Post-Credits Scene ==
[Fluorescent tubes are turned on in succession. In the infamous bathroom from the first film, a pair of legs dangle in the air. John Kramer steps into focus, smiling wryly at a grunting and wide-eyed Henry, before staring down at his belly. A flashback: Henry pulling up his shirt to reveal his scar from the operation.]
Henry: It's my war wound.
[Present time. The "war wound" is nowhere to be seen.]
John Kramer: Where's your scar... Henry?
[Henry pulls against the restraints and screams through the gag.]
Kramer: Thank you, Detective... for locating my fellow cancer patient.
[The Detective comes in front of the camera, revealing... Mark Hoffman! He's tightening the restraints on a homebuilt mechanism -- a box of gears attached to Krueger-style claws pointed down at Henry's abdomen. As he turns the captured man around, Mr Kessler lets out another muffled scream.]
Det. Hoffman: (smiling) Out of all the men to cheat... you picked John Kramer? I mean... I'd call that...
[Hoffman removes the gag.]
Det. Hoffman: ...epic bad luck.
Henry: (whimpering) Please... (slightly louder) John, please... (begging) Please don't kill me.
John Kramer: That's the last thing that you should be worried about. 
[Hello Zepp picks up again.]
John Kramer: Now... 
[Hoffman's face hardens.]
John Kramer: I wanna play a game.
[Henry looks down. The machine activates and the claws whir into motion. As Kramer and Hoffman look on, satisfied, Henry begins to scream as the steel starts to cut into his flesh. The camera spins madly and, as the iconic theme reaches its end, we cut to black.]
== Deleted Scenes ==
=== Scene 9: Passing of Time ===
[The custodian walks off, oblivious. A while later, John trudges down the hospital steps, clearly shaken, then slips into the crowd, parting a sea of pedestrians right down the middle. Reaching a park bench, John begins to sketch his newest idea for a trap. People pass by in a time-lapse on the left side of the screen as he continues to sketch in real time on the right. A new day. A different bench in a different park. As the people pass, he sketches. He stares at the sketch -- recognizable as the crown piece of what we will eventually come to call "The Rack". Another day. John, mid-walk, collapses against a wall, winded. He takes a breath, sketches the mechanism for the Magnum Eyehole. He looks up at the playground, at the children. He smiles as they play. A while later, at a cafe, he goes through paperwork. A waitress approaches, handing him a cup.]
Waitress: Here you go, sir.
Kramer: Thank you.
[Cut down to what John's writing -- his last will and testament.]
=== Scene 16: John Consults With William ===
[John quickly types an email: "I got your name from Henry Kessler. I am very interested...". He clicks the button underneath. Message sent, it reads. He quickly types out another email to one William Easton: "I have some wonderful news. Can I come talk with you in the next day or two?" Click. Message sent. Cut to the next day, outside Umbrella Health's main offices. The following conversation is archive footage taken from Saw VI:]
Kramer: I came to talk to you, Will, because, uh... I've found a treatment for my cancer that I think holds a lot of promise.
Will: Well, um... the buck stops here, John. Fire away.
Kramer: There's a doctor in Norway. She injects what she calls "suicide genes" -- there's an article about it -- into cancerous tumor cells. Then an inactive form of a toxic drug is administered and it kills off all the cancer cells that has these suicide genes in it.
Will: Yeah, I'm familiar with the treatment you're talking about.
Kramer: Right. And a new trial's starting.
Will: Okay, I'm gonna be straight with you -- at your age and with the development of your cancer, it's simply not feasible for Umbrella Health--
Kramer: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What's not feasible? By whose mathematical equation is this not feasible?
Will: It's policy, John. It's policy. And if you go outside the system and seek out this treatment, you will be in breach of policy and you will be dropped from coverage completely. I'm sorry.
[A beat as John absorbs that. The next day, John's phone rings -- a blocked numer. John himself, who has been sleeping on his couch, slowly gets up, removes the blanket and picks it up.]
=== Scene 19: John Packs Up and Leaves the Apartment ===
[John sits, ruminating on the call, clearly hopeful. He packs a suitcase and a duffel bag and leaves his apartment.]
=== Scene 31: Help Me Cheat Death ===
Cecelia: Come. I want you to meet the team.
[They set off for the compound.]
Kramer: Just so you know, I wired the first half of the payment yesterday.
Cecelia: Thank you. Internet goes in and out here, but I'm sure the offer's as recieved.
Kramer: So you really think you can help me cheat death, huh?
Cecelia: I know we can. Our success rate has only improved since they shut my father down.
[John notices a boy kicking a soccer ball against a wall.]
=== Scene 36: John Gets Injections ===
[The doctors prepare syringes. Cecelia sits next to John.]
Cecelia: Try to relax; this is why you came to Mexico.
[One injects the needle into the IV.]
Cecelia: So, your immune system's role is to what?
Kramer: Eliminate harmful foreign bodies from my system.
Cecelia: That's right.
[Another injection.]
Cecelia: It's the T-Cell's job to fight cancer tumors, but... cancer cells are tricky and fool those T-Cells into thinking they're good guys. But you knew all this. We're injecting CBG -- oligonucleotide -- into your bloodstream along with several different antibodies that bind to the receptors. This will basically kick your T-Cells in the ass and remind them how to clean house. Are you alright?
Kramer: Y-- Yeah.
Cecelia: We're also injecting minute amounts of my father's cocktail, the NK cell counteractants. These will start to stimulate your body's immune response to directly attack the malignant tumors. After surgery, you will get four doses of this. And we're done. You did great today, John.
=== Scene 70: John Interrogates Diego ===
Diego: Jay?
Kramer: John. You call me John. So, what do I call you? Is it Diego? Or should I call you... Doctor...
[John forces a surgical mask onto Diego's face.]
Kramer: Cortez? I need your help locating your friends. Your... accomplices.
Diego: Yes! Yes! Yessir, I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything you wanna know!
Kramer: And I never doubted that you would, Diego.
Diego: Okay...
Kramer: And after that, well... I'd like to play a game.
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