Saw V (2008)
Jigsaw: If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance.
Agent Strahm: [last lines - to Hoffman] I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I KNOW!
Agent Strahm: We were all supposed to die. You were supposed to be the hero.
Jigsaw: [to Hoffman] They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery...
Jigsaw: Today, five people will become one, with the goal of surviving.
Brit: No it's not Jigsaw, he's dead. Haven't you watched TV lately?
Agent Strahm: How did you walk out of that building?
Mark Hoffman: How did you?
Agent Strahm: On a gurney, with a fucking hole in my throat! And you, couple of scratches, and a story about how your arm straps broke. Jigsaw doesn't make mistakes.
Mark Hoffman: Is this you theorizing again? 'Cause Jigsaw's dead.
Agent Strahm: I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you and your whole crooked department.
Mark Hoffman: My department's gone, they're all dead. There's no one left.
Agent Strahm: Besides you.
Mark Hoffman: I've been chasing Jigsaw from the beginning, and I got him. So unless you've got something else to say... back the fuck off.
Jigsaw: Hello, Agent Strahm. If you're hearing this, then you've finally found what you've been looking for. But is the discovery of my body enough? Or will your insatiable hunger to uncover the truth push you deeper into the abyss? Heed my warning: do not proceed. For this room can either be you sanctuary, or it can be your grave. The choice is yours.
Agent Strahm: Fuck you.
Mark Hoffman: So this is blackmail?
Jigsaw: No, no, no, no, no. This is redemption. Just giving you an option. That's all. Now, you can arrest me, but doing so, your life ends as you know it. Or, you could explore the method of rehabilitation that'll permit you to sleep at night.
Mark Hoffman: What floor are you going to?
[starts to draw his gun from his jacket]
Jigsaw: [pushes Hoffman into the corner of the elevator and injects a syringe into his neck] I think we're both going to the same place.
Charles: I'm an investigative journalist for The Herald.
Mallick: The Herald? That's a massive accomplishment you work for a gossip rag!
Charles: Bite your fucking tongue.
Mark Hoffman: Hello Agent Strahm, if you are hearing this then you have once again found what you are looking for, or so you think. Your dedication is to be commended. But I ask you, if you have learned anything on your journey of discovery. As the old adage goes, "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me." The situation you find yourself in is, but of trust, so I ask you Special Agent Strahm, have you learned to trust me? The only way to survive this room is by entering the glass box before you. Pain will be incurred, but you have a chance of survival. However, if you choose not to, you will never be heard from again. Your body will never be found. You will simply vanish. I ask you, Special Agent Strahm, have you learned enough to trust me? Will you heed my warning? For if you do not, this room will forever be your tomb, and my legacy will become yours. Make your choice.
Mark Hoffman: What do you want from me!
Jigsaw: I want to know if you have what it takes to survive.
Mark Hoffman: You didn't see the blood. You didn't see what he did to her.
Jigsaw: Hello Seth, I want to play a game. Right now, you are feeling helpless. This is the same helplessness you bestowed onto others. But now, it's unto you. Some would call this karma, I call it justice. Now you served five years of what should have been a life sentence, for murder. A technicality gave you freedom, but it inhibited you from understanding the impact of taking a life. Today, I offer you true freedom. In thirty seconds, the pendulum will drop far enough to touch your body. Within sixty seconds, it will cut you in half. To avoid the pendulum, all you have to do is destroy the things that have killed... your hands. You must insert your hands and push the buttons to start the devices before you. Your bones will be crushed to dust. Will you destroy the things that have taken life in order to save one, Seth? Make your choice.
Brit: We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared.
Mallick: Nobody cared? The families of those eight people cared, the feds cared, look at my fucking arm, I cared! I cared!
Brit: But you didn't face justice. None of us did.
Mallick: Why did they all do it? Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? You were the one behind it? There was eight people still living in that building! You had to know that! Did you know that?