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: Where to now?
: [to John
] You think cancer is an excuse for what you do?
: What is the cure for Cancer, Eric? The cure for death itself. The answer is immortality. By creating a legacy, by living a life worth remembering, you become immortal. So now we find the tables are turned. It is I who will carry on John's work after he dies, and you are my first test subject. Now you are locked away, helpless and alone.
[Appears at door frame
: Game Over.
[She slams to door shut
] Eric Matthews
: [Screaming at Amanda
] Daniel! Daniel! You Fucking Bitch! I'll Fucking kill you! You Fucking Bitch!... You Fucking Bitch! I'll fucking kill you! Noooooooo, Nooooooo! Help! Nooooo...
] Eric Matthews
: You fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you! you fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you!
: Those who don't appreciate life do not deserve life. Eric Matthews
: My son appreciates his life. John
: But do you appreciate yours? Do you appreciate your son's?
: Can you imagine what it feels like to have someone sit you down and tell you that you're dying? The gravity of that, hmm? Then the clock's ticking for you. In a split second your awe is cracked open. You look at things differently - smell things differently. You savor everything be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. Eric Matthews
: The clock is ticking, John. John
: But most people have the luxury of not knowing when that clock's going to go off. And the irony of it is that that keeps them from really living their life. It keeps them drinking that glass of water but never really tasting it.
: You seem to know a whole lot about me. John
: 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? Eric Matthews
: I feel a whole lot of things right now. John
: But you feel alive. That's what you feel, and that's the point.
: The jigsaw piece that 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. Eric Matthews
: This is all really, really interesting, John. But right now I'd really like for you to talk to me. John
: I am talking to you. You're not listening.
: Since when has force been a problem for you? Why are you so desperate to get your son back? Eric Matthews
: 'Cause he's my son... John
: What's the last thing you said to him before you left him? Eric Matthews
] Eric Matthews
: Well, then, go! John
: Seems to me that the knowledge of your sons impending death is causing you to act... Why is that we're only willing to do that, when a life is at stake? Eric Matthews
: I've always loved my son, it has never changed John
: No... no... It's changed now. You see, the knowledge of death... changes everything. If I were to tell you the exact date and time of your death... it would shatter everything.
: Hey, is this close enough? Rigg
: Get his ass out of here... John
: Actually, I will need to remain here while you deal with your problem, Detective Matthews Eric Matthews
: What problem? John
: The problem in that room.
: You mother fucker where is he? Where is he? John
: Where is he? That's a problem you're going to have to solve before it's too late. He has about, two hours, until the gas creeping into his nervous system begins to break down his body tissue, and he begins to bleed from every orifice he has. Oh yes, there will be blood.
: I swear, if I don't see my son. I'll rip your fucking head off! John
: I don't intend to mock you officer but I'm a cancer patient. How could YOU possibly put me in more pain than I'm already in?
: [as Eric is destroying Jigsaw's drawings and blueprints
] How will you get a conviction without all this evidence? Eric Matthews
: I don't need this shit to convict you. John
: Go ahead. Destroy it. We both know the sort of person you are. The sort of person who guns down an unarmed suspect. The sort of person who plants evidence in order to obtain a conviction. The sort of person whose wife leaves him and whose son hates him. Eric Matthews
: Shut the fuck up!
: I am the one who has been working on this case from day one. I have been spending every waking moment piecing it together. Rigg
: Maybe that's why you ain't got a goddamn family for yourself and you can't understand what this man is going through. Eric Matthews
: I don't want to talk to him. Kerry
: You already lost your son one time before because you got involved with me. It's not going to happen again. Rigg
: This is bullshit! What are we going to do? Kerry
: Just humor him. Buy us a little more time. You can win this Eric. You can beat him.
: Okay. Let's talk. John
: 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 you will find your son in a safe and secure state. We haven't been properly introduced. My name is John. Eric Matthews
: Thought you liked to be called Jigsaw. John
: It was the police and the press who coined the nickname Jigsaw. I never once 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. Eric Matthews
: This is all really, really interesting John. But right now I's really like for you to talk to me about... John
] I am talking to you! You're not listening. Don't forget the rules.
: Where is this goddamn tech team? Kerry
: They'll be here any second. Rigg
: I'm not listening to this anymore. Another second is too fucking long! Kerry
: I know how this guy works, okay? He's playing a game. Eric just needs to stay in it a little bit longer. Rigg
: Take a look at the clock.
[points to the timer
: You need to start thinking out the box or else his son is going to end up in one.
: You're not Jigsaw, bitch!
: And what about the other test subjects? Amanda
: What about 'em? Jigsaw
: Is that how you felt about them? Is that how you felt about Eric Matthews? Amanda
: Eric Matthews? I'll tell you how I felt about Eric Matthews. Eric Matthews learned NOTHING from your test. He was the SAME person he was and he arrested me, and he framed me when he took me DOWN!
] Eric Matthews
: Where is he, you junkie bitch? You're not Jigsaw, bitch!
: Game over. Eric Matthews
: I'll fucking kill you! You fucking bitch! You fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you!
: Don't open the door!
: I dont want to play anymore.