Saw II2005

Eric Matthews:
Okay. Let's talk.

John:
Sit down. [Eric grabs a chair and sits in it] 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. [Eric puts a walkie-talkie on the floor] If you do that long enough, then you will find your son in a safe and secure state. We haven't been properly introduced. My name's John.

Eric Matthews:
I thought you like to be called Jigsaw.

John:
No. [Laughs] It was the police and the press who coined the nickname Jigsaw. I never encouraged or claimed that. 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. Don't forget the rules.

Eric Matthews:
I am listening to you, but all I'm getting is the same sick f***ing bullshit that comes about two seconds into every interview I've ever done with one of you f***ing people.

John:
Well, that's an interesting approach to police work, isn't it? Aren't you supposed to be convincing me that I'm your friend, lulling me into a false sense of security so that I'll confide in you?

Eric Matthews:
It's a little hard to follow the manual when you've got my son, John.

John:
The manual? What do you really want to do to me right now, huh? What would you have done five years ago? Would you have followed the manual then? Would you have broken my jaw with a flashlight?

Eric Matthews:
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. [Pauses] Would you... kindly get me a glass of water? [Holds up a paper cup] I would very much appreciate that.