How far would you go to save your life?
The sound of a rusty metal door creaking open echoed through the dark, damp room. A hooded figure stepped inside, dragging a limp body behind him.
The victim was unconscious, her body limp and lifeless. She had been drugged, unable to resist the abductor’s grasp. He tossed her onto the cold, concrete floor like a rag doll, her arms and legs bound tightly with thick chains.
The hooded figure approached the victim, leering down at her with a sickening grin. “Hello, my dear,” he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. “Welcome to your new home.”
The victim’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze slowly taking in her surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a single flickering bulb hanging overhead. The walls were lined with pipes and rusted metal panels, giving the room a claustrophobic feel.
The hooded figure chuckled as he watched the victim’s terror-stricken expression. “Don’t worry, my dear,” he said. “You’re going to learn the value of life.”
With that, he turned and left the room, the metal door slamming shut behind him. The victim was left alone, trapped in a nightmare she could not escape.
Chapter 1: The Abduction
Jane stumbled down the dark alley, her steps unsteady from the drugs coursing through her system. She had always been a party girl, never one to turn down a hit of anything that would make her forget her troubles.
But tonight was different. She had hit rock bottom, her addiction taking over her life. She had lost her job, her apartment, and her friends, all to the clutches of her crippling addiction.
As she walked, she stumbled into a tall, dark figure standing in the shadows. She looked up, her bleary eyes trying to focus on the shape looming over her.
“Hello, beautiful,” a voice rumbled from beneath the hood of the figure. “Do you want to live?”
Jane blinked, confused. “What?”
The figure stepped forward, reaching out to grab her. Jane tried to pull away, but her limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated. She could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness.
The last thing she saw was the hooded figure’s twisted smile as he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her away into the darkness.
Chapter 2: The First Game
Pain. It was the first thing Jane felt when she woke up, her eyes still blurry as she tried to focus on her surroundings. The room was dimly lit, with only a single bulb swinging overhead, casting an eerie glow across the walls. She was lying on a cold, hard floor, her body aching from head to toe.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized she wasn’t alone. There was another person in the room with her, a man she didn’t recognize. He was bound and gagged, his eyes darting around in fear as he struggled against his restraints.
Jane tried to speak, but her throat was dry and scratchy. She felt a wave of panic wash over her as she tried to remember how she got here. The last thing she could recall was leaving a bar with a stranger, someone who had promised to show her a good time.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the room. She strained to see through the darkness as a figure emerged, dressed in all black with a mask covering their face. It was then that Jane realized she was in serious trouble.
The figure approached them slowly, the sound of their footsteps echoing across the room. They stood over the man, who was now whimpering in fear, and pulled out a cassette tape from their pocket. They inserted it into a nearby player, and a disembodied voice filled the room.
“Welcome to your game,” the voice said. “You have been selected to play a game of survival. The rules are simple: you must make a choice. Cut off your own limbs, or die.”
Jane felt a sudden surge of nausea as the gravity of the situation hit her. She looked over at the other victim, who was now sobbing uncontrollably. They both knew what they had to do.
The figure placed a hacksaw in front of each of them and stepped back, watching as the victims contemplated their fate. Jane’s mind raced as she tried to think of a way out, but there was no way to escape. She was trapped, with no hope of rescue.
In a sudden burst of adrenaline, Jane grabbed the saw and began to hack at her own leg. She felt a searing pain as the blade bit into her flesh, blood pooling around her. She screamed in agony, but she knew she had to keep going. Her life depended on it.
After what felt like an eternity, Jane finally managed to sever her own leg. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as the figure approached her once more. They picked up her severed limb and tossed it at her, before vanishing into the shadows.
Jane lay there, bleeding and broken, as the realization hit her: she was still alive. She had won the game.
But at what cost? She was now a shell of her former self, forever scarred by the horrors she had endured. And she knew that there were more games to come, more impossible choices to make.
As the other victim sobbed in despair, Jane tried to pull herself together. She had to keep fighting, to keep pushing through the pain. She had to survive, no matter what.
And that was the only thought that kept her going as the door to the next room creaked open, and a new game began.
Chapter 3: The Investigation
Detective Jones had been on the force for over ten years, and had never been assigned a case quite like this one. He had heard of the notorious serial killer known as “Jigsaw,” but had never believed the stories to be true. Now, standing in the abandoned warehouse where the latest victim had been found, Detective Jones realized that this was going to be the most challenging case he had ever worked on.
The warehouse was dark and eerie, the only light coming from the flashlights of the forensics team as they combed through the scene for evidence. Detective Jones stood back, watching and observing as they meticulously collected every piece of information they could find.
As he leaned against the wall, a picture caught his eye. It was a photograph of the victim, a young woman named Jane. She had been a drug addict whose life had spiraled out of control. Detective Jones felt a pang of sadness as he looked at the photo, realizing that this woman’s life had been cut short by a deranged killer.
The forensic team finished their initial investigation, and Detective Jones ordered the warehouse to be sealed off to the public. It was clear that the killer had used this location before, and there was a chance that there could be more evidence hiding in plain sight.
Detective Jones went back to the precinct and began sifting through the files on the previous victims. As he read through the reports, he noticed a pattern emerging. All of the victims were morally corrupt in some way. They had cheated, lied, and stolen from others without a second thought.
Detective Jones realized that Jigsaw was not just a killer, he was a moral crusader. He believed that he was teaching his victims the value of life, and punishing them for their transgressions. But was it really his place to be the judge, jury, and executioner?
Days turned into weeks, and the case dragged on. Detective Jones was under immense pressure to catch the killer before he struck again. He poured over the evidence, the autopsy reports, and the clues left behind at the crime scenes. But every lead he followed turned out to be a dead end.
One day, while sitting at his desk, Detective Jones had a sudden realization. He remembered a case from a few years ago, where a victim had been found in a similar location. He dug up the old files and began piecing together the evidence. It was a long shot, but he had a feeling that there was a connection.
He followed the lead, and it led him to a seedy hotel on the outskirts of town. As he knocked on the door, he felt a knot form in his stomach. He didn’t know what he was going to find on the other side of that door.
The door creaked open, and a man with wild eyes and a scruffy beard peered out at him. “Can I help you?” he asked suspiciously.
“Police,” Detective Jones said, flashing his badge. “I need to ask you some questions.”
The man hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside to let Detective Jones enter. The room was small and dirty, with clothes strewn about and a faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air.
Detective Jones sat down at the small table and began to question the man. He was evasive at first, but finally opened up when Detective Jones mentioned the other victims.
The man’s name was John, and he had been a victim of Jigsaw’s game. He had been captured, forced to play a twisted game, and had only survived by cutting off his own arm. He had never spoken of the experience to anyone, afraid that he would be labeled as crazy.
John’s story gave Detective Jones a new lead, and he followed it to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. As he stepped inside, he was met with a chilling sight. The walls were covered in graffiti, with disturbing messages scrawled in red paint.
As he moved deeper into the factory, he heard a faint buzzing sound. It was coming from somewhere down below. Detective Jones followed the sound, descending a flight of stairs to a basement level.
As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with Jigsaw himself.
The killer was sitting in a chair, watching a monitor as a victim struggled to escape a trap. He turned and looked at Detective Jones, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“Hello, Detective,” he said. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Chapter 4: The Third Victim
Tom had always been a corrupt lawyer. He had never cared about his clients, only the money they were willing to pay him. He had gotten away with his unethical practices for years, until one day, he disappeared.
Tom woke up in a dark room, disoriented and confused. He tried to stand up, but his legs were shackled to the floor. Panic set in as he realized he was a captive of the sadistic serial killer. He cursed himself for being so careless and getting caught.
He looked around the room and saw another victim, a young woman named Emily. She was shaking with fear and tears streamed down her face. Tom felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he was partly responsible for her being there.
Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and a voice boomed through a speaker. “Welcome, Tom and Emily. You have been chosen to play my game. You have a choice to make, Tom. You can sacrifice your own life or the life of Emily. The decision is yours.”
Tom’s heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had never been in a position where his own life was in danger, and he had no idea what to do. He tried to talk to Emily, to come up with a plan, but she was too scared to even look at him.
The speaker crackled again. “You have two minutes to make your decision or face the consequences.”
Tom felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. He knew he couldn’t die, not like this. He was too important, too powerful. He tried to justify the decision in his head, to convince himself that it was the right thing to do.
But as he looked at Emily, he saw himself in her. He saw the fear in her eyes, the desperation in her voice. He knew he couldn’t let her die. He knew what he had to do.
“I’ll sacrifice myself,” he said, his voice barely audible.
The speaker responded, “Very well, Tom. You have made the right choice. You will be released from your shackles and given a chance to fight for your life. Emily, you are free to go.”
Tom watched as Emily was released from her shackles and led out of the room. He knew that he would never see her again. He also knew that he was going to die.
Suddenly, the walls of the room began to move, closing in on him. Tom realized that he was in a shrinking box, and he had to find a way to escape before he was crushed to death.
He frantically searched for a way out, but the walls continued to close in. He felt his ribs crack and his lungs compress. He screamed for help, but he knew it was too late.
As his vision began to fade, he saw a message etched on the wall. “Value your life, Tom. It’s the only one you have.”
The walls finally crushed him, ending his life. The killer had taught him the value of life in the most brutal way possible.
Emily emerged from the building, traumatized and shaken. She had survived, but at what cost? She would never be the same again.
Chapter 5: The Fourth Game
Tom’s heart raced as he and the other victim, a middle-aged man named John, were led into a dimly lit room. The walls were made of concrete, and the floor was covered in water. A large drainage pipe was visible in the corner of the room, but it was too small for them to crawl through. Tom shuddered at the thought of being trapped underwater.
The killer’s voice boomed over a speaker system in the room. “Welcome to the fourth game. In this game, you will face a deadly challenge. The room is filling up with water, and you must find a way out before you drown.”
Tom felt his chest constrict with fear as the water level rose to their ankles. He looked around the room, searching for any possible escape routes. The walls were smooth, with no visible handles or levers. The only thing in the room besides them was a table in the center with a lockbox on it.
They ran to the table and examined the lockbox. It had a combination lock on it, but they had no idea what the code was. Tom’s mind raced, trying to think of a way out of the room.
“Think, Tom, think,” he muttered to himself.
John began to panic, splashing in the rising water. “We’re going to die! We can’t get out of here!”
Tom snapped out of his thoughts and turned to face John. “No, we’re not going to die. We’re going to figure this out.”
He walked around the room, looking for any clues or anything that could help. He noticed something etched into the corner of the room, but it was too far away to see clearly.
He waded over to it, pulling himself up onto the wall to get a closer look. It was a set of numbers, 3, 7, 9, 1.
“John, come over here!” Tom called.
John waded over, and Tom pointed to the numbers. “This has to be the code for the lockbox.”
John nodded, and they rushed back to the table. The water was up to their knees now, and Tom could feel the panic rising in his chest.
He punched in the numbers on the lockbox, and it clicked open. Inside was a key and a message.
The message read, “The key will unlock your escape. But you must hurry, time is running out.”
Tom grabbed the key and looked around the room. He noticed a small hatch in the ceiling, but it was at least ten feet off the ground.
“We need to find a way to reach that hatch,” Tom said.
John looked up, his eyes widening as the water rose to their waists. “How are we going to do that?”
Tom noticed a metal pipe that was sticking out of the wall. “We can use that pipe to reach the hatch.”
They waded over to the pipe and pulled it down, using it as a makeshift ladder to reach the hatch. Tom climbed up first, and John followed, the water now up to their chests.
They pushed open the hatch, and fresh air rushed in. They pulled themselves up and out of the room, onto a catwalk above.
They collapsed onto the catwalk, gasping for air. Tom looked down into the room, watching as the water continued to rise until it was almost at the ceiling.
“We made it,” he whispered.
But their relief was short-lived as the killer’s voice sounded over the speaker system once again.
“Congratulations on surviving the fourth game. But don’t get too comfortable, there are still more games to play. Your time will come.”
Tom felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that they were still trapped in this twisted game. But he was determined to find a way out, no matter what it took.
Chapter 6: The Fifth Game
The sound of metal clanging against metal echoed throughout the small room as the four victims tried to free themselves from the chains that bound them together. Panic and fear consumed them as they realized the gravity of their situation. They had been abducted by a sadistic killer and were now being forced to play a twisted game of survival.
One of the victims, a young woman named Sarah, started to hyperventilate. “What are we going to do?” she cried out. “We’re going to die here!”
“We can’t give up,” another victim, a middle-aged man named Mike, said. “We need to figure out a way to escape.”
The four victims were chained together in a line, each with their own chain connecting them to the next person. They were all standing on a platform in the middle of the room, which was slowly descending into a pit of spikes below.
As the platform descended, the victims frantically searched for a way to free themselves. They tried pulling on the chains, but they were too strong. They tried breaking the chains with anything they could find, but nothing seemed to work.
“We have to work together,” Sarah said. “We can’t just think about ourselves.”
“But how are we supposed to get out of this?” asked the fourth victim, a man named David. “There’s no way to break these chains.”
Suddenly, a voice boomed through the room. “One of you must die in order for the others to be freed.”
The victims looked around in horror, trying to figure out who would be the sacrifice. They begged and pleaded with the killer, but there was no response.
“We can’t just sit here and wait to die,” Mike said. “We have to do something.”
They all looked at each other, realizing what needed to be done. They had to decide who would be the one to sacrifice themselves.
“I’ll do it,” David said, his voice shaking with fear. “I’ve made some terrible mistakes in my life, and maybe this is my chance to make things right.”
“No, we can’t let you do that,” Sarah said, tears streaming down her face. “We have to find another way.”
But David was resolute. “It’s the only way,” he said. “Please, you have to let me do this.”
With heavy hearts, the other victims agreed. David stepped forward and stood at the edge of the platform, ready to jump into the pit of spikes below.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking back at the others. “I hope you can forgive me.”
And with that, he jumped off the platform and fell to his death.
The chains holding the remaining victims suddenly released, and they were free. They fell to the ground in shock and horror, realizing the price they had paid for their freedom.
As they stumbled out of the room and into the night, they knew they would never be the same. The killer had taken something from them that could never be replaced. But they had survived, and that was something to be grateful for.
Chapter 7: The Sixth Victim
The sound of metal clanging echoes through the dimly lit room as the man awakens, disoriented and confused. He blinks his eyes several times, trying to adjust to the dim light, and struggles to move his arms.
He quickly realizes that his hands are shackled to a metal pipe. He looks down and sees that he’s wearing a dirty jumpsuit, identical to the other victims’. He lets out a groan, wondering how he even got here.
Suddenly, a door creaks open, and a figure steps in, casting a tall, ominous shadow. The figure approaches, and the man can see a twisted-looking clown mask covering the stranger’s face. The clown cackles maniacally, and the man can hear footsteps approaching from the hallway.
The door swings open again, and a man is thrown inside. He looks panicked, breathing heavily, and glances around the room, taking in his surroundings.
The clown’s voice booms through the room, “Welcome to the game, gentlemen. I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here.”
The man on the floor struggles to stand up, pulling at the chains that bind him. “Who are you? What do you want from us?” he asks, gesturing towards the other man in the room beside him.
The clown grins, “I’m Jigsaw, and I want to help you appreciate the value of your life. You are both here because you’ve made choices that have caused harm to others. And now, you must make a choice: face the consequences of your actions, or suffer in my game.”
The man on the floor looks at the one standing and says, “I don’t know about you, but I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m an innocent man.”
The standing man looks at him quizzically, “What are you talking about? I’m Tom. I’m a lawyer.”
The man on the floor is taken aback, “You’re Tom? The Tom who got that murderer acquitted?”
Tom looks down, ashamed, “Yes, that’s me.”
Jigsaw chuckles, “Ah, you two are already off to a great start. Tom here has the blood of innocent people on his hands, and you, well, you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I’m not one to discriminate. You’re both here for a reason.”
The man on the floor shakes his head, “This is insane. You can’t do this to us.”
Jigsaw shrugs, “I already have, and now it’s time for the game to begin.”
With that, the clown turns and walks out of the room, slamming the door shut. The room plunges into darkness, and the two men are left alone.
Tom paces the room, trying to figure out their next move. The man on the floor leans against the wall, defeated.
After a few moments, Tom notices a small, metal cylinder on the floor. He picks it up and unscrews the top, revealing a small key. He looks at the man on the floor, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, “This could be the key to our escape.”
The man on the floor looks at the key and nods, “Okay, let’s try.”
Tom kneels down and begins work on the shackles with his newfound key, while the man on the floor stands guard, listening for any signs of the clown returning.
Suddenly, the lights flicker back on, and a small television screen mounted high on the wall crackles to life. Jigsaw’s face appears on the screen, staring down at them both.
“Congratulations, gentlemen. You’ve found the key to your freedom. But it won’t be that easy.”
The two men look up at the screen, fear in their eyes.
“You see,” Jigsaw continues, “In order to escape, you must crawl through a series of tunnels that lead to the exit. But be warned, there are obstacles in your way that will test your will to survive.”
With that, the screen goes black, and the room plunges into darkness once again.
Tom and the man stand up, looking at each other. They nod in agreement and set off towards the tunnels, each determined to make it out alive.
The tunnels are cramped, and the air is thick with the stench of death. As they crawl through, they encounter various obstacles: glass shards, razors, and even a pit of spikes.
Tom manages to make it through the obstacles, but the man on the floor is not so lucky. He is impaled by a spike, screaming in agony as Tom watches helplessly.
Tom emerges from the tunnel, battered and bruised, but alive. Jigsaw chuckles from the other side of the locked door, “Well done, Tom. You survived. But at what cost?”
Tom looks down, tears in his eyes, realizing the true value of life.
Chapter 8: The Final Game
The remaining victims, Jane, Tom, and two others, find themselves in a large, dimly lit room. The walls are covered in cryptic symbols, and the air is heavy with the scent of decay. In the center of the room, there is a large metal door with a small window in it.
Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a voice fills the room. “Welcome to the final game. You have one hour to solve my puzzles and traps and escape this room. Fail, and you will all die.”
The four victims exchange nervous glances before stepping forward to examine their surroundings. They notice a table with a puzzle box on it and a large metal pedestal in the middle of the room.
Jane approaches the puzzle box and tries to open it, but it’s locked. Tom begins to search the room for clues, while the other two victims cautiously inspect the pedestal.
As they investigate, a loud ticking sound fills the room, and the metal door slams shut, trapping them inside. Panic sets in as they realize time is running out.
Jane frantically tries to solve the puzzle box, while Tom discovers a series of numbers carved into the wall. He quickly realizes they must be the solution to the puzzle box.
As they work to solve the puzzle, they hear a low rumble coming from the pedestal. Suddenly, spikes shoot out from the top and bottom, barely missing one of the victims.
The group realizes that the pedestal is another trap and must be disabled if they want to escape.
Meanwhile, Jane manages to solve the puzzle box and finds a key inside. She rushes over to the metal door and tries to unlock it, but the key doesn’t fit.
Tom grabs the key from Jane and notices a small inscription on it. He quickly deciphers the code and realizes that the key is for the pedestal.
The group rushes over to the pedestal and inserts the key. A loud hissing sound fills the room as the spikes slowly retract.
Suddenly, the floor beneath them begins to shift, and they realize it’s another trap. A voice booms through the room, “You have fifteen minutes left.”
The group quickly realizes that they must work together to solve the remaining traps and escape before time runs out.
They discover a series of symbols on the wall that match the ones on the floor. After deciphering the symbols, they realize that they must step on certain tiles in a specific order to disable the next trap.
With only a few minutes left on the clock, they rush to step on the tiles in the correct order. Suddenly, the ceiling begins to descend, and they realize it’s the final trap.
Tom spots a lever in the corner of the room and realizes it must be the way out. He rushes over to the lever, but it’s locked.
Jane quickly remembers the key from the puzzle box and hands it to Tom. He inserts the key and turns it, and the lever releases, exposing a hidden door.
The group rushes through the door and finds themselves in a long, dark hallway. They hear the ticking sound getting louder and realize they must hurry.
They start running, their hearts pounding in their chests, as they hear the final countdown. “You have thirty seconds left.”
With only seconds to spare, they burst through the exit and into the fresh air, collapsing on the ground in exhaustion.
As they catch their breath, they realize they’ve survived the killer’s game. But the relief is short-lived, as they know the scars of their ordeal will last a lifetime.
The group is met by Detective Jones and his team, who had been working tirelessly to track down the killer. They quickly take them to safety and begin to piece together the clues and evidence.
As they examine the room, they discover that the killer had left a final message on the wall: “I hope you have learned the value of life.”
The group takes a moment to reflect on the horrors they’ve endured and the lessons they’ve learned. But they know that they will never be the same again. They will always remember the final game and the twisted mind of the sadistic killer who put them through it.
Chapter 9: The Reveal
Detective Jones had finally tracked down the killer’s lair. As he cautiously stepped into the dark, damp room, he saw the twisted tools of torture and death scattered around. The walls were adorned with photographs of the killer’s previous victims, including pictures of the survivors of his latest game.
Jones knew that the killer was watching him, and so he slowly made his way further into the room, gun in hand. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him and turned around just in time to see the killer lunging at him with a knife.
As they struggled, Jones managed to disarm the killer, but not before sustaining a serious injury to his arm. The killer was subdued and taken into custody, where he was identified as a local dentist, Dr. Lawrence Gordon.
Jones couldn’t believe it – he had worked with Gordon on a previous case, and he had seemed like a normal, respectable member of society. But as he delved deeper into Gordon’s background, he discovered a dark secret: Gordon had lost his family in a tragic accident, and he had become obsessed with the concept of life and death.
Gordon believed that people took life for granted, and he wanted to teach them the value of it. He had created a twisted game that forced his victims to make impossible choices, all while filming their every move.
As Jones and his team analyzed the footage, they were shocked by what they saw. They watched as the victims endured unimaginable pain and suffering, all while fighting for their lives.
But there was one survivor who stood out above the rest: Jane, the drug addict. Jones had spoken to her after her escape, and he knew that she could provide valuable insight into the killer’s twisted mind.
He visited Jane in the hospital, where she was recovering from the loss of her limbs. As she recounted her harrowing experience, Jones couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness and anger. No one should ever have to endure the horrors that she had faced, and he vowed to make sure that Gordon would pay for his crimes.
Jones worked tirelessly to build a case against Gordon, and after a lengthy trial, he was convicted and sentenced to life in prison. The survivors of Gordon’s game finally had closure, and they could begin to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.
But for Jones, the case had taken a toll on him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed the victims somehow, that there was more that he could have done to prevent their suffering. He knew that he would never be able to forget the horrors that he had seen, but he was at peace with the knowledge that justice had been served.
As Jones walked out of the courtroom, he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He could finally move on from the case and begin the healing process. But he knew that he would always remember the lessons learned from Dr. Lawrence Gordon: that life was a precious gift, and that every moment should be cherished.
Some scenes from the movie Saw written by A.I.
Logline: Obsessed with teaching his victims the value of life, a deranged, sadistic serial killer abducts the morally wayward. Once captured, they must face impossible choices in a horrific game of survival. The victims must fight to win their lives back or die trying.
1. Jane – Drug Addict
2. Mark – Kidnapped Victim
3. The Killer – Deranged Serial Killer
4. Detective Jones – Investigating Officer
Setting: Abandoned Warehouse
Scene 1: Abduction
The scene opens with JANE, a drug addict, walking down the street. We see the silhouette of a masked man behind her. He grabs her from behind and drags her inside an abandoned warehouse.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Jane wakes up in a dimly lit room, her hands and legs are tied up. She looks around and sees another man, MARK, tied to a chair. Their eyes lock in confusion and fear.
Do you know where we are?
(struggling to free herself)
No. No, I don’t know. Who did this to us?
They both hear footsteps approaching. The door opens, and a masked man enters, holding a recorder.
(to Jane and Mark)
Welcome to my game. I want to play a game with you. A game of survival.
What game? What are you talking about?
(plays the recorder)
You both have been living your lives without any regard for the lives of others. You’ve been selfish, and you’ve hurt people in the process. Now, I’m going to teach you the value of life through a series of games.
Please, let us go. We haven’t done anything wrong.
(raises his voice)
You have. You’ve taken life for granted. Now, you’ll have to fight to earn it back.
He walks out of the room, leaving Jane and Mark alone, bewildered and afraid.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. DARK ROOM – NIGHT
Jane and Mark are chained to opposite ends of the room. They both look scared and confused.
What’s going on? Why are we here?
I don’t know. I was walking home from work and then…I woke up here.
Suddenly, the lights turn on, and a masked figure enters the room.
Welcome to your game. You have a choice to make.
You can cut off your own foot or suffer the consequences.
Mark and Jane both look horrified.
We can’t cut off our own feet!
Please, let us go. We won’t tell anyone.
I’m afraid that’s not an option.
The figure exits the room, leaving Mark and Jane alone.
INT. DARK ROOM – LATER
Mark is trying to cut off his foot with a rusty saw, but it’s not working.
Damn it! It’s not working.
I can’t do it.
Suddenly, the door opens, and the masked figure returns.
Time’s up. You both lose.
The floor beneath Mark and Jane opens up, and they fall into a pit of spikes.
INT. POLICE STATION – DAY
Detective Jones is going over the case with his colleagues.
We’ve got to find this killer before he strikes again.
(shaking his head)
I don’t know how he’s doing it. There’s no trace of the victims.
We’ll find a way. We have to.
INT. DETECTIVE JONES’ OFFICE – DAY
Detective Jones is sitting at his desk, surrounded by files and paperwork. He takes a sip of coffee and picks up a file labeled “Missing Persons”.
What is going on in this town?
Suddenly, his phone rings. He answers.
VOICE ON THE PHONE
Detective, we found another victim.
I’m on my way.
He grabs his coat and heads out of the office.
INT. ABANDONED HOUSE – DAY
Detective Jones arrives at the scene, where officers are gathered around an abandoned house. He puts on his gloves and enters the house.
(to an officer)
What do we know so far?
We got a call from a concerned citizen. They heard screams coming from the house and called us.
Okay, let’s go inside.
As they enter the house, they see signs of a struggle.
This is getting worse by the day.
Suddenly, he spots something on the wall. It’s a symbol carved into the wood.
(to the officer)
Take a picture of this. I’ve seen this before.
Detective Jones realizes that this case is connected to the other ones he’s been investigating. He’s determined to catch this killer before he strikes again.
Tom – white male, mid-thirties, corrupt lawyer
Detective Jones – black male, late forties, seasoned detective
The Killer – masked male, unknown identity
Setting: A dimly lit room with concrete walls and floors. Tom is chained to a wall, next to another victim.
Tom: “What’s going on? Who are you? Let me go!”
Victim: “We need to find a way out of here.”
Tom: “I’m a lawyer. I can help us get out of this mess.”
Victim: “You’re the reason we’re here in the first place.”
Suddenly, the lights flicker on, and the killer appears on a monitor.
Killer: “Hello Tom, welcome to my game. You have a choice to make. Sacrifice your own life, or the life of this innocent man.”
Tom: “What do you mean?”
Killer: “You’ve lived a corrupt life, Tom. You’ve destroyed people’s lives for your own gain. Now, you get to decide who lives and who dies.”
Detective Jones bursts into the room, gun drawn.
Detective Jones: “Freeze! Let the victims go!”
The killer disappears, and the monitors turn off. Detective Jones rushes to free Tom and the other victim.
Tom: “Thank you, thank you so much.”
Detective Jones: “Don’t thank me just yet. You’re under arrest for your involvement in the corruption scandal.”
Tom looks defeated as Detective Jones leads him out of the room.
Fade to black.
– Jane: Drug addict and victim.
– Mike: Second victim.
– Jigsaw: The sadistic serial killer.
– Detective Jones: Investigating the case.
Setting: An abandoned building filled with torture devices and deadly traps.
INT. ABANDONED BUILDING – DAY
Jane and Mike are chained together and struggling to free themselves from the water slowly filling up their room. They frantically search for a way out as the water reaches their necks.
We have to get out of here! We can’t drown like this!
(trying to calm her down)
Just stay calm, we’ll find a way out.
Suddenly, the TV screen on the wall turns on, revealing Jigsaw’s puppet.
Hello, Jane and Mike. I hope you’re enjoying the game so far.
Who are you, what do you want from us?!
I want to teach you the value of life, my dear. And to do that, you must first face the fear of death.
The TV screen turns off abruptly, leaving Jane and Mike in darkness.
We can’t give up now. We have to find a way out of here.
Jane nods, and they begin to search the room for any clues or devices that can help them.
Suddenly, Jane finds a key floating in the water. She picks it up and realizes it fits the lock on their chains. They frantically unlock themselves and the door leading out of the room.
They escape from the room just in time before the water fills up entirely.
As they continue on their journey, they both realize they must trust each other if they want to survive Jigsaw’s twisted game.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genre: Horror, Mystery, Crime
Logline: Obsessed with teaching his victims the value of life, a deranged, sadistic serial killer abducts the morally wayward. Once captured, they must face impossible choices in a horrific game of survival. The victims must fight to win their lives back, or die trying…
1. John (the killer) – a sadistic serial killer who abducts people to teach them the value of life.
2. Tom – a corrupt lawyer who ends up being one of the victims.
3. Rachel – a young woman who has been kidnapped along with Tom.
4. Detective Jones – the detective in charge of cracking the case and catching the killer.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – DAY
Tom and Rachel are chained together in a large, dimly lit room that seems to have no way out. The walls are rusted, the air is thick with the smell of mold and decay, and they can hear the sound of rats scurrying around.
Tom: (whispering) Can you get your hands free?
Rachel: (whispering) No, I can’t. How about you?
Tom: (whispering) Not even close. This is some crazy shit.
Rachel: (whispering) What do you think is going to happen to us?
Tom: (whispering) I don’t know, but I have a feeling it’s not going to be good.
Suddenly, the lights flicker and then go out completely. They hear the sound of a door creaking open, and then the sound of footsteps approaching.
John’s voice echoes through the darkness.
John: Welcome to your next game.
Tom: (whispering) What does he mean – “next game”?
Rachel: (whispering) I don’t know, but we have to do whatever he says if we want to survive.
John: (voice echoing) You are both chained together. Only one of you will survive. You have to decide amongst yourselves which one of you will die to free the other. The choice is yours.
Tom and Rachel look at each other in horror.
Tom: (voice trembling) I’m not going to die here. Rachel, I can get us out of this. I know I can.
Rachel: (voice trembling) Tom, I don’t want to die either, but we can’t just sacrifice one of us. We have to think of another way.
Tom: (voice trembling) There is no other way. We have to do this.
Rachel: (voice trembling) I won’t let you do it.
Tom: (voice trembling) Rachel, please.
Rachel: (voice trembling) I won’t let you do it.
The lights flicker back on, and John’s voice echoes through the room once again.
John: (voice echoing) Time is running out. You have five minutes to decide before this place becomes your tomb.
Tom and Rachel look at each other, both knowing what they have to do.
EXT. CITY STREET – DAY
We see Detective Jones walking down the busy street, looking at the people around him. He stops and takes a deep breath before entering a building.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY
Tom, a middle-aged man in a suit, sits alone in the interrogation room. He looks nervous as Detective Jones enters.
Good afternoon, Tom. Do you know why you’re here?
I have no idea. I’m a lawyer, I haven’t done anything wrong.
We received a tip that you may have information about the recent abductions. Can you tell me where you were on the night of the 24th?
I was at home, alone. Is that all?
No, it’s not. We have reason to believe that you may have been involved in some illegal activities.
(scoffs) That’s ridiculous. I’m a law-abiding citizen.
Tell me, Tom. Have you ever done anything that you’re not proud of? Anything that could come back to haunt you?
Tom looks down at his hands and sighs.
(sighs) Okay, fine. There was one thing. A long time ago, I helped a client get away with a crime. I knew he was guilty, but I got him off anyway.
And what was the crime?
(pause) Do you know who the victim was?
(shakes head) No, he kept it quiet. I never asked questions, I just did my job.
I see. Well, Tom, I’m afraid I have some bad news. The person you helped get away with murder was recently abducted by a serial killer.
(shocked) What? No, that can’t be true.
It is. And I have reason to believe that you’re the next target.
Tom looks at Detective Jones with fear in his eyes.
What do I do?
We need your help to catch this killer. You’re the only one who can lead us to him.
(whispers) Okay. I’ll do whatever it takes.
EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
The five remaining victims, including Jane, Tom, and the corrupt lawyer, are standing outside the warehouse. The building is surrounded by police cars and officers with their guns drawn.
DETECTIVE JONES (40s), a no-nonsense cop, approaches the group.
We’ve been tracking your movements. Are you all okay?
Oh, yeah, just great. We’ve been forced to play these twisted games and now we’re scarred for life.
I’m sorry you had to go through that. Our team has been working around the clock to track down the killer.
But he’s still out there. He’s still doing this to other people.
That’s why we need your help. We need you to tell us everything you can about the killer, his methods, anything that can help us catch him.
And what about us? What about the fact that we were just pawns in his sick game?
I understand your frustration. And we will do everything in our power to make sure the killer is brought to justice. But right now, I need you to focus on helping us catch him.
The group nods in agreement.
Okay, let’s get you all to the station. We’ll take care of you from here on out.
The group begins to walk towards the police cars, but suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows.
KILLER (40s), wearing his trademark pig mask, approaches the group with a gun.
Did you really think it would be that easy?
The group freezes in fear as the killer continues to approach them.
FADE TO BLACK.