Can Detective Matthews beat Jigsaw at his own game or will he become the next victim?
The city of Miami was often thought of as a paradise, with its beautiful beaches, vibrant nightlife, and bustling downtown. But for Detective Eric Matthews, it was a city full of dark secrets and twisted crimes. He had seen it all, from drug busts and gang violence to serial killers and psychopaths.
But nothing had prepared him for the case of a lifetime. A string of murders, each one more gruesome than the last, had led him down a rabbit hole of terror and despair. The killer, known only as Jigsaw, was a mastermind of torture and death, whose twisted games had captured the imagination of the nation.
And now, as Matthews stood over the latest victim, his heart heavy with the weight of the case, he knew that the game was far from over.
Detective Eric Matthews had seen plenty of crime scenes in his career. But this one was different. The air was thick with the stench of death, the blood splattered walls and floor a vivid reminder of the horror that had taken place here.
Matthews stepped carefully into the room, his eyes scanning every inch of the space. Something about this murder felt familiar, and it chilled him to the bone. As he kneeled beside the victim, he could see the telltale signs of Jigsaw’s handiwork.
The victim, a young man in his twenties, was bound and gagged, his eyes wide with terror. On the wall above him, a message was scrawled in blood: “Live or Die. Make Your Choice.”
Matthews felt a shiver run down his spine. This was Jigsaw’s calling card, the signature that had made him infamous across the city. He was a killer like no other, a twisted game master who enjoyed nothing more than tormenting his victims before finally snuffing out their lives.
The detective pulled out his phone and called the precinct. “I need forensics on this scene, ASAP. We’ve got another one.”
As he waited for the team to arrive, Matthews couldn’t help but wonder what kind of monster he was dealing with. Jigsaw had eluded the police for years, leaving a trail of victims in his wake. But this time, Matthews was determined to stop him.
He sifted through the evidence, piecing together the clues in his mind. This wasn’t just another murder case. This was a puzzle, a game that had to be solved before more innocent lives were lost.
As the forensics team arrived and began to gather evidence, Matthews sensed a gnawing feeling in his gut. He knew that Jigsaw was out there, somewhere, watching him. Waiting for the next move in his sick game.
And Matthews was ready to play.
Chapter 2: The Investigation Begins
Detective Eric Matthews surveyed the gruesome scene beneath him, frowning as he took in the blood stains and the sight of the victim’s mutilated body. The scene was undeniably the work of the twisted killer Jigsaw, whose identity had been a mystery until now.
Matthews had heard about Jigsaw’s brutal games from other detectives in the precinct, but he had never considered the possibility of coming face to face with the killer. Until now.
“Who found the body?” he asked, turning to the uniformed officer standing nearby.
“Neighbor heard screaming and called it in. We arrived and found the door unlocked,” the officer said, looking pale and shaken.
Matthews nodded, turning to his own team who were busy taking photographs and collecting evidence. They had a tough job ahead of them, and he was determined to catch the killer before he could strike again.
“All right, let’s get to work,” he said, his tone firm and commanding. “We need to find any clues that might lead us to Jigsaw.”
The team began their meticulous search, examining the room methodically and carefully. They found a tape recorder that had been left behind by the killer, and a note that had been scrawled in blood on the wall. The note read: “Do you want to play a game?”
It was a chilling reminder of the kind of twisted mind they were dealing with.
As they dug deeper, they found a series of traps that had been set up around the room. One was designed to slice open the victim’s throat if he tried to escape, while another was rigged to explode if anyone entered the room without the correct code.
Matthews’ mind whirled as he took in the extent of the killer’s handiwork. It was clear that Jigsaw was a meticulous planner and someone who took great pleasure in inflicting pain on others.
With the evidence collected, Matthews and his team headed back to the precinct to review the findings. Along the way, they discussed possible motives for Jigsaw’s killings.
“Maybe he’s trying to teach people a lesson,” one of the detectives suggested. “Maybe he thinks he’s doing them a favor by forcing them to confront their own flaws and weaknesses.”
“Or maybe he’s just a sicko who enjoys torturing people,” another detective argued. “We can’t second-guess his motives. All we know is that he needs to be caught.”
Matthews nodded in agreement. They needed to focus on the evidence and the facts, rather than trying to play armchair psychologist.
When they arrived back at the precinct, Matthews convened a meeting with the other detectives on the case. They poured over the evidence, trying to piece together any clues that might lead them to the killer.
“Okay, we have a taped message that was left behind by Jigsaw,” Matthews said, holding up the recorder. “Let’s listen to it and see if there’s anything we can use.”
The team listened in silence as the tape played back Jigsaw’s chilling message. It was clear that he had a twisted sense of humor, and took great pleasure in taunting the police.
“We need to track down the source of that tape,” Matthews said, his voice grim. “We also need to look into anyone who might have a motive for killing. Does anyone have any leads?”
There was a long pause as the detectives shuffled their notes and looked through evidence reports. Finally, one of them spoke up.
“There’s this guy, John Kramer,” he said hesitantly. “He’s a former civil engineer who was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago. Some of his colleagues say he became obsessed with the idea of death and started building these elaborate traps, almost like a hobby.”
Matthews nodded slowly, his mind racing. Could this John Kramer be Jigsaw?
“It’s a start,” he said, grabbing the file on John Kramer and flipping it open. “Let’s get a team together and go check him out.”
As they prepared to leave, Matthews couldn’t shake the feeling that they were getting close to catching Jigsaw. But he couldn’t afford to get complacent. The killer was still out there, and he was always one step ahead.
Chapter 3: The Trapped Victims
As Matthews and his team continue to work on the case, the clock is ticking for the eight victims trapped in Jigsaw’s deadly game. Each of them is locked in a room, and each room is rigged with deadly traps. They must navigate these traps and find a way out before time runs out – or else face certain death.
The first victim, a woman named Addison, wakes up to find herself in a room with a large vat of boiling wax. Her hands are strapped to a table, and the only way out is to dig through the wax to find the key that will unlock her restraints. As she frantically searches for the key, the wax starts to heat up, and the stakes become higher.
Meanwhile, the second victim, a man named Xavier, wakes up in a room with a furnace that is slowly heating up. He is chained to a wall, and the only way out is to find the code to unlock his shackles. The code is hidden in a series of clues that he must decipher, but time is running out quickly.
In another room, a man named Obi wakes up to find himself in a pit filled with needles. The only way out is to climb a ladder to the top of the pit, but the needles are making it nearly impossible to move. With each step, the needles pierce his skin, and the pain becomes unbearable.
Back in the main room, Matthews is still trying to figure out how to catch Jigsaw. He knows that the killer must be someone with medical knowledge, and he starts to look into hospitals and clinics in the area. But the clock is ticking, and he knows that he needs to find Jigsaw before it’s too late.
As the victims in the house continue to struggle with their traps, the tension mounts. In one room, a man named Jonas wakes up with a device on his head that will crush his skull if he fails to comply with Jigsaw’s demands. He is forced to cut off a section of his own skin to get the key to unlock his trap.
In another room, a woman named Laura wakes up in a pit with her arms and legs chained. The pit is slowly filling up with water, and she must find a way to escape before she drowns. But the chains are too strong, and she starts to panic.
Meanwhile, Xavier has managed to decipher the clues and is frantically trying to unlock his chains before it’s too late. He starts to work on the lock, but it’s taking too long. The temperature is rising, and he can feel the heat on his skin.
In another room, a man named Gus wakes up to find himself in a room with a nerve gas filling the air. He must find the antidote before it’s too late, but the syringe is hidden in a deadly trap. He must navigate the trap and get the syringe before the gas overcomes him.
Back in the main room, Matthews is starting to get frustrated. He knows that time is running out, and he can’t find any leads on Jigsaw’s whereabouts. But just as he’s about to give up, a breakthrough occurs. A nurse from a local clinic contacts him, saying that she’s treated a man with similar injuries to the victims in Jigsaw’s traps.
Matthews and his team head to the clinic, hoping to find Jigsaw. But when they arrive, they find that the man has already escaped. They search the clinic, but there’s no trace of the killer.
As Matthews races back to the house, he knows that he’s running out of time. He needs to find Jigsaw before it’s too late. But little does he know, the twisted killer has one last twist in store for him – and it’s his toughest challenge yet.
Chapter 4: The Arrest
Detective Eric Matthews had finally caught the notorious killer known as Jigsaw. It had been a long and grueling investigation that had led him to this moment. Matthews and his team had been working around the clock for weeks, trying to gather the evidence needed to bring Jigsaw to justice. And now, they had their man.
As Matthews escorted Jigsaw to the precinct, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The killer had eluded the police for far too long, and it was time for justice to be served.
Jigsaw, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by his capture. He seemed almost pleased to be in custody, as if he had planned this all along. Matthews couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about the whole situation, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
When they arrived at the precinct, Jigsaw was taken to an interrogation room, while Matthews and his team prepared to question him. Matthews sat across from Jigsaw, studying him carefully. The killer sat calmly, staring back at Matthews with a chilling smile on his face.
“So, you finally caught me,” Jigsaw said, his voice calm and collected.
Matthews didn’t respond, instead choosing to study Jigsaw’s every move. He had a feeling that the killer was up to something, and he didn’t want to let his guard down.
“You know, Detective, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,” Jigsaw continued. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you caught up with me.”
Matthews leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. “Tell me, why did you do it? Why did you kill all those people?”
Jigsaw chuckled. “I didn’t kill anyone, Detective. I merely put them in situations that tested their will to live. It was up to them to choose whether or not to fight for their lives.”
Matthews shook his head. “That’s not how it works. You put them in deadly traps, traps that ended up killing them. You’re responsible for their deaths.”
Jigsaw shrugged. “I see it differently. I gave them a choice, and they made the wrong one. That’s not my fault.”
Matthews narrowed his eyes. “You’re sick, you know that?”
Jigsaw’s smile widened. “And yet, here we are. You caught me, Detective. What happens now?”
Matthews leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Jigsaw’s face. “Now, you go to prison for the rest of your life. Justice will be served.”
Jigsaw’s smile disappeared, replaced by a look of disappointment. “Is that all? I was hoping for something more…interesting.”
Matthews stood up, his patience wearing thin. “You’re done, Jigsaw. It’s over.”
As Matthews turned to leave the room, Jigsaw spoke again. “You know, Detective, it’s not over yet. You may have caught me, but my work is not yet done. There are still those out there who are in need of my…assistance.”
Matthews paused, turning back to face Jigsaw. “What are you talking about?”
Jigsaw’s smile returned. “You’ll see, Detective. You’ll see.”
And with that, Jigsaw was taken away to begin his life sentence. But Matthews couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to Jigsaw’s words. He couldn’t help but wonder what the killer had meant when he said that his work was not yet done.
Detective Eric Matthews slowly opens his eyes, his vision blurry as he adjusts to the fluorescent lights above him. He tries to move, but he quickly realizes he’s restrained to a chair. He looks around to take in his surroundings and sees a metal door in front of him. It’s then that he realizes he’s in one of Jigsaw’s twisted games.
Suddenly, a TV screen flickers to life in front of him, displaying a message from Jigsaw, “Hello, Detective Matthews. I want to play a game.”
Matthews’ heart begins to race as he realizes the gravity of the situation. He knows he’s faced Jigsaw’s traps before, but this time it’s different. This time, he’s not just a spectator; he’s a player in this deadly game.
The TV screen switches to a live feed of Matthews’ son, Daniel, who’s trapped in a separate room, connected to Matthews’ fate. Jigsaw’s voice comes over the intercom, “Your son has two hours to live, Detective. You have to complete the game to save him. The key to his freedom is in this room, but be careful. Every decision you make will have deadly consequences.”
Matthews looks around, scanning the room for any clues or hints on how to proceed. He sees a table with a single glass of water and a note that reads, “Only one sip. Choose wisely.” Matthews immediately knows that every choice he makes will determine his outcome.
He takes a sip of the water, hesitant to move forward, but he knows that time is running out. Suddenly, the floor beneath him begins to shift, and he finds himself hurtling towards a pit filled with needles. A voice booms over the intercom, “Your past sins have brought you here, Detective. You sent innocent people to their death, and now it’s time to pay the price.”
Matthews frantically searches for a way out. He sees a key dangling from the ceiling and realizes that this is his only chance to escape. He reaches for the key, but it’s just out of his reach. He looks around and sees a table with a hacksaw. He knows what he has to do.
With shaking hands, he picks up the saw and begins to saw through his own foot, desperate to reach the key. He screams in agony as the blade slices through his flesh, but he knows that he has to keep going if he wants to save his son.
Finally, he reaches the key and unlocks himself from the chair. He rushes to the next room, ready to face the next challenge, but before he can move forward, he’s confronted by a masked figure holding his son at gunpoint.
The figure speaks, “You have a choice, Detective. Kill me, and your son lives. Refuse, and he dies in front of you.” Matthews raises his gun, knowing that he has no other option.
Suddenly, the figure’s mask falls off, revealing that it’s not Jigsaw, but one of his accomplices. Matthews knows that he’s been played, but before he can react, he’s hit over the head and loses consciousness.
When he wakes up, he’s back in the room, and his son is still in danger. He knows that he’s running out of time, and he has to find a way to save his son from Jigsaw’s twisted game.
Chapter 6: Matthews races against time to find his son before it’s too late. Meanwhile, the other victims in the house are facing their own deadly challenges, and not all of them will make it out alive.
Matthews’ heart races as he stares at the monitor in front of him, watching his son struggle to escape the trap set by Jigsaw. The clock ticks down, the seconds slipping away as Matthews frantically tries to figure out how to save his son.
He rushes to the door, pounding on it with all his might, but it won’t budge. He’s trapped, just like his son. Matthews’ eyes dart around the room, scanning every inch for any clue that might help him solve the puzzle.
Suddenly, he spots something on the wall – a picture of his son. It’s a clue, he knows it. Matthews studies the picture carefully, looking for anything that might be out of place. That’s when he sees it – a tiny mark on the edge of the frame.
He looks closer, seeing that it’s a symbol he recognizes from a previous case he worked on. It’s the symbol of a notorious gang that he put away years ago. Matthews furrows his brow, wondering how Jigsaw could possibly know about this. Then he remembers – his old partner, Rigg, was involved in that case too. Maybe Jigsaw has something planned for him.
Matthews turns back to the monitor, his eyes locked on his son. He can see the fear in his boy’s eyes, the panic as he tries to free himself from the trap. But time is running out, and Matthews knows he has to act fast.
He looks around the room again, searching for something, anything that might help him. That’s when he sees it – a key, hanging from the ceiling on a thin wire. He reaches up, grabbing it and pulling it down, his heart racing as he tries to unlock the door.
It doesn’t work. The lock won’t budge. Matthews feels his stomach drop, a sick feeling washing over him as he realizes that he might not be able to save his son.
But he refuses to give up. He races back to the monitor, studying the trap once again. That’s when he sees it – a hidden compartment in the floor, just beneath his son’s feet.
Matthews reaches for the lever, pulling it with all his might. The compartment opens, revealing a key inside. He snatches it up, racing back to the door and trying it again.
This time, it works. The door creaks open, and Matthews rushes inside, grabbing his son and pulling him free from the trap. They embrace, tears streaming down Matthews’ face as he realizes just how close he came to losing his son forever.
But there’s no time to waste. Matthews knows that there are still other victims in the house, still fighting for their lives. He grabs his son’s hand, racing down the hallway and searching for any clue that might help him save the others.
As they move deeper into the house, they hear screams and cries echoing through the halls. Matthews’ heart sinks, knowing that not all of them will make it out alive.
But he refuses to give up. He’ll do whatever it takes to save as many lives as possible, to make sure that Jigsaw pays for his twisted games. Matthews and his son press on, through the darkness, towards the unknown horrors that lie ahead.
Chapter 7: As the clock ticks down, Matthews finally finds his son and saves him from certain death. But, Jigsaw has one last twist in store for Matthews.
Matthews stumbled out of the room where he had saved Daniel. His eyes were red from crying, and his face was covered in sweat. The sound of the ticking clock filled the air, growing louder and louder with each passing moment.
He had just saved his son from one of Jigsaw’s deadly traps, but he knew that he was not out of danger yet. Jigsaw had promised one last twist, one final game for Matthews to play, and he knew that he had to be prepared for anything.
Matthews entered another room, where a television flickered to life. A distorted voice filled the air, causing Matthews to tremble with fear.
“Hello, Detective Matthews. I want to play a game,” the voice said.
Matthews gritted his teeth, clenching his fists. “What do you want, Jigsaw? I’ve already saved my son. What more do you want from me?”
Jigsaw chuckled. “It’s not about what I want, Detective Matthews. It’s about the choices you make. You see, I’ve left one last victim for you to save. But, you only have a limited amount of time. Choose wisely.”
The television screen faded to black, and a door on the other side of the room opened. Matthews stepped inside, his heart pounding in his chest.
The room was dimly lit, with a series of cages lining the walls. Inside each cage was a terrified victim, their eyes pleading for help.
Matthews felt sick to his stomach. He knew that he had to save them, but he didn’t know how. He only had a limited amount of time, and he knew that every second counted.
He rushed to the first cage, where a man was trapped in a contraption that was slowly filling with water. Matthews tried to open the lock, but it was too complicated. He could hear the man screaming, begging for his life.
Matthews moved on to the next cage, where a woman was strapped to a chair with a series of needles sticking out of her arms. He tried to pull the needles out, but they were stuck fast. He could hear her moaning in pain.
He moved on to the next cage, and the next. It seemed like each victim’s trap was more difficult than the last, and he was running out of time.
Suddenly, he heard a loud hissing sound, and he realized that the entire room was filling with gas. He knew that he had to act fast, or he would be trapped in the room forever.
He rushed back to the first cage, and he saw that the water had risen to the victim’s neck. He tried to open the lock again, jabbing at it with a screwdriver he had found on the floor. Finally, with a loud click, the lock sprang open.
The man fell out of the cage, gasping for air. Matthews moved on to the next cage, and the next, freeing each victim in turn.
Finally, he reached the last cage, where a man was strapped to a chair with a series of blades slowly descending towards him. Matthews tried to free him, but the blades were too fast. He knew that he didn’t have enough time to save him.
Suddenly, he heard Jigsaw’s voice over the intercom. “Time’s up, Detective Matthews. You failed to save the last victim. But, you did save your son. Congratulations.”
Matthews fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He had failed to save one victim, but he had saved his son. He knew that he would never be the same again, that the trauma of Jigsaw’s game would haunt him forever.
But, he also knew that he had completed Jigsaw’s twisted game, and put an end to his reign of terror once and for all.
Chapter 8: Matthews’ Impossible Choice
Detective Eric Matthews felt his heart pounding in his chest as he stared down at his son’s lifeless body. He couldn’t believe that it had come to this. After all the pain and suffering he had endured, after all of the lives he had seen snuffed out by Jigsaw’s twisted games, he was being forced to make an impossible choice.
On one side of the room was an innocent victim, strapped to a table, his eyes pleading for mercy. On the other side was his son, also strapped to a table, but this one rigged with explosives that would detonate if he didn’t make the right choice.
“Choose,” a mechanical voice echoed through the room. “The life of your son or the life of an innocent.”
Matthews’ mind was racing. He knew that Jigsaw always put a twist in his games, always made things more complicated than they seemed. He had to find a way out of this, had to figure out a solution that would save both his son and the innocent victim.
But time was running out. The clock on the wall ticked down ominously, edging closer and closer to zero.
In desperation, Matthews turned to the innocent victim, “What’s your name?”
“Mark,” the man choked out.
Matthews eyes darted to the explosives on the table beside his son. He knew that he needed to find a way to disarm the bomb, but he needed time.
“Mark,” Matthews said, trying to keep his voice steady. “What do you know about these devices? Can you help me disarm it?”
Mark looked up at Matthews, his eyes filled with fear, “I don’t know much, but I’ll try my best.”
Matthews moved quickly, untying Mark from the table and pulling him over to the bomb. He had never dealt with explosives before, but he knew a thing or two about mechanics. He studied the device for a moment, noting the wires and switches, and began to work on it, his fingers moving quickly and deftly.
Every few seconds, he glanced up at the clock, watching as the minutes and seconds ticked by. He was getting closer, he could feel it. But he was running out of time.
“Detective,” Mark said, his voice trembling. “I think I found something.”
Matthews’ heart leaped into his throat as he looked up at Mark. Had they found a way to disarm the bomb?
“What is it?” Matthews demanded.
“There’s a wire here, it looks like it might be connected to a timer,” Mark said, pointing to a thin, red wire snaking out from the explosive.
Matthews’ breath caught in his throat as he studied the wire. He realized that it was connected to a timer on the other side of the room, one that was keeping track of the time left before the bomb detonated.
“Okay,” Matthews said, taking a deep breath. “I think I can do this. You stay here and watch the timer, make sure I don’t go over.”
Mark nodded, his eyes fixed on the timer. Matthews felt a wave of relief wash over him as he returned to the table where his son lay.
He knew that he had to make a choice, and he knew that no matter what he did, someone would die. But he couldn’t let it be his son.
He picked up the knife that had been left on the table beside his son and turned to the innocent victim.
“I’m sorry,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry.”
And with a swift stroke, he plunged the knife into the man’s chest, watching as the light faded from his eyes.
He turned back to his son, his heart breaking. He had saved him, but at what cost?
The mechanical voice echoed through the room once more, “Congratulations, Detective Matthews. You have saved your son. But at what cost? At what cost?”
Matthews sank to the floor, his body wracked with sobs. He had done what he had to do, but he knew that he would never be the same again.
Chapter 9: Matthews’ Last Stand
Detective Eric Matthews sat in his car, staring at the rundown building that had been the scene of so much horror. He had finally caught the accomplice, a young man named Amanda who had been working with Jigsaw all along.
It had been a long, harrowing journey for Matthews. He had faced his own demons, dealt with the loss of several of his team members, and almost lost his son to Jigsaw’s twisted games. But, through it all, he had never given up.
Now, as he sat in his car, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. This was it. The end of the line. He was going to bring Amanda to justice and put an end to the madness once and for all.
He stepped out of his car and walked towards the building, his gun at the ready. He knew this was a dangerous mission, but he was determined to see it through to the end.
As he entered the building, he heard Amanda’s voice taunting him. “Welcome, Detective Matthews. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Matthews walked towards her, his gun aimed at her head. “It’s over, Amanda. You’re under arrest.”
Amanda smirked. “Is it really over, Detective? Or are you just getting started?”
Matthews shook his head. “I’m tired of these games, Amanda. I’m taking you in and putting an end to this madness.”
Amanda’s smirk turned into a scowl. “You don’t get it, do you? This was never about Jigsaw. It was about me. I wanted to play the game, to see how far I could push people. And now, I’m going to play one last game with you.”
Matthews felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that Amanda was dangerous, but he had never suspected that she was the true mastermind behind the games.
“What kind of game?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
Amanda gestured towards a door at the end of the room. “Go through that door, and you’ll find out.”
Matthews hesitated. He knew this was a trap, but he also knew that he had to see this through to the end. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Inside the room, he found a series of deadly traps, much like the ones he had seen in Jigsaw’s games. He could sense Amanda’s presence behind him, and he knew that he was facing his greatest challenge yet.
He moved through the room, disarming traps and avoiding deadly obstacles. As he made his way to the end of the room, he saw Amanda waiting for him.
“Well done, Detective,” she said, clapping her hands. “You’ve made it through my little maze. But, there’s one last thing you need to do.”
Matthews felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that this was it. He was going to have to face Amanda in a final showdown.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice steady.
Amanda smiled. “I want you to kill me, Detective. I want you to prove that you’re really one of us.”
Matthews shook his head. “I’m nothing like you, Amanda. I don’t believe in killing people for sport.”
Amanda shrugged. “Suit yourself. But, if you don’t kill me, I’m going to kill you.”
Matthews felt his heart racing. He knew that he had to act fast. He raised his gun and aimed it at Amanda’s head.
“You’re under arrest,” he said, his voice steady.
Amanda laughed. “You don’t have the guts, Detective. You’re just like all the others.”
Matthews closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and Amanda fell to the ground, dead.
For a moment, Matthews stood there, his heart pounding in his chest. He had done it. He had finally put an end to the madness.
As he stepped outside, he saw the sun rising on a new day. He knew that he would never forget the horrors he had seen, but he also knew that he had done the right thing.
He got into his car and drove away, determined to put this all behind him and move on with his life. He had faced his greatest fear, and he had emerged victorious.
Some scenes from the movie Saw II written by A.I.
EXT. CRIME SCENE – DAY
Detective Eric Matthews and his team arrive at the crime scene. They park their cars and walk towards the flashing lights. The sound of sirens in the distance fills the air.
INT. CRIME SCENE – DAY
Matthews and his team observe the gruesome murder scene. The victim is lying in a pool of blood with a puppet next to him.
MATTHEWS: (to his team) Get me forensics and the coroner on the line. I want this whole area shut down to civilians.
One of his team members hands him a file.
TEAM MEMBER: (to Matthews) We found this in his pocket. It’s a note from Jigsaw.
Matthews reads the note and looks up.
MATTHEWS: (to his team) This means Jigsaw is back. And he’s playing games again.
The team looks at each other in shock, knowing what this means.
Setting: Detective Eric Matthews’ office
Characters: Detective Eric Matthews, Detective Allison Kerry
DETECTIVE KERRY: “Eric, have you heard about the latest murder?”
DETECTIVE MATTHEWS: “No, what happened?”
DETECTIVE KERRY: “It’s similar to Jigsaw’s MO. The victim was found in a trap, just like his previous victims.”
DETECTIVE MATTHEWS: “Damn it. This means he’s back.”
DETECTIVE KERRY: “We need to catch him before he kills more people. We have all the evidence from his previous crimes. We can use it to track him down.”
DETECTIVE MATTHEWS: “I’m not so sure about that. Jigsaw is always one step ahead of us. We need to think outside the box if we’re going to catch him this time.”
DETECTIVE KERRY: “What do you mean?”
DETECTIVE MATTHEWS: “Jigsaw is a master of puzzles and games. If we’re going to catch him, we need to get inside his head. We need to play his game.”
DETECTIVE KERRY: “You mean, put ourselves in danger?”
DETECTIVE MATTHEWS: “Exactly. Jigsaw wants to play games with us. It’s time we start playing back.”
The camera zooms out as they continue to strategize their plan to catch Jigsaw. The game has just begun, and the detectives will stop at nothing to put an end to it.
– Detective Eric Matthews
– Eight trapped victims
An old house with various traps and obstacles set up by Jigsaw.
Scene 3: “The Traps”
We see each of the eight trapped victims in different parts of the house, struggling to escape from the deadly traps set by Jigsaw. One of the victims, a young woman named Laura, is trapped in a room with a device strapped to her head. She’s told by Jigsaw that she must find the key to her device before it drills through her skull.
Meanwhile, Detective Matthews and his team are still searching for Jigsaw’s whereabouts. They find a clue that leads them to the old house, where they discover the eight victims trapped inside.
Back inside the house, the other victims are facing their own deadly challenges. One man, Xavier, is in a room with a pit of needles on the ground. He must find a way to climb out of the room before the needles pierce his skin.
Another victim, a young man named Jonas, is in a room with a bomb strapped to his chest. His only hope is to find the key to the bomb before it detonates.
As the clock ticks down, the tension in the house intensifies. The victims are all struggling to survive, while Jigsaw watches from the shadows.
In one room, Amanda, Jigsaw’s accomplice, is seen observing through a monitor as a victim fails to escape from the trap set for him. She looks away in disgust before heading to another room, where she finds herself face-to-face with Matthews.
“We need to get these people out of here,” Matthews says. “Now.”
But Jigsaw has other plans. As the detectives and the trapped victims frantically search for a way out, Jigsaw’s next twisted game is about to begin.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Detective Eric Matthews confronts Jigsaw in a dimly lit room. Jigsaw is sitting in a chair, his face obscured by shadows.
MATTHEWS: You’re finished, Jigsaw. I’ve got you now.
JIGSAW: (chuckles) Not quite, Detective. You may have caught me, but the game is far from over.
Matthews takes a step forward, his gun trained on Jigsaw.
MATTHEWS: The only game I see is the one you’ve been playing with innocent people’s lives.
Jigsaw leans forward, revealing his face for the first time.
JIGSAW: Games have rules, Detective. And the rules of this game are simple. Eight people are in a house, fighting for their lives. If you want to save them, you’ll have to play my game.
Matthews shakes his head in disbelief.
MATTHEWS: I won’t play your sick games.
Jigsaw smiles, reaching for a remote control on the table beside him.
JIGSAW: Then I’m afraid you’ve already lost, Detective.
He presses a button, and a screen on the wall flickers to life. Matthews watches in horror as it shows footage from inside the house, where the victims are struggling to survive Jigsaw’s deadly traps.
MATTHEWS: (voice trembling) What do you want from me?
JIGSAW: (smiling) You’re going to be the final piece of the puzzle, Detective. The one who brings justice to those who have suffered at the hands of corrupt cops like yourself.
Matthews grinds his teeth, his face flushing with anger.
MATTHEWS: I’m not the bad guy here.
Jigsaw raises an eyebrow, his smile fading.
JIGSAW: (calmly) That remains to be seen. Your fate, Detective, is in your own hands.
Matthews glares at Jigsaw, his hand hovering over his gun.
MATTHEWS: (resigned) What’s the game?
Jigsaw smiles once more, his eyes twinkling with delight.
JIGSAW: I knew you’d come around, Detective. The rules are simple. You have two hours to save the eight people inside the house. If you succeed, they live. If you fail, they die. And so do you.
Matthews grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing.
MATTHEWS: And if I refuse?
Jigsaw leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper.
JIGSAW: Then you’ll be responsible for their deaths. And your own.
Matthews hesitates for a moment, then nods his head.
MATTHEWS: (grimly) Let’s play.
– Detective Eric Matthews
– Daniel Matthews (Eric’s son)
A dark and grimy house, filled with deadly traps and puzzles.
Scene 5: “The Game Begins”
We open on Detective Eric Matthews waking up in a small, dimly lit room. He looks around confused and disoriented, slowly piecing together the events that led him here. Suddenly, a screen flashes to life, and the image of Jigsaw appears.
Jigsaw: “Hello, Detective Matthews. I want to play a game.”
Matthews grits his teeth and glares at the screen.
Matthews: “Where’s my son?”
Jigsaw: “Don’t worry, he’s safe for now. But you must earn his freedom. Inside this house are eight people, just like you. Each with a puzzle to solve. If you fail, they die. The only way to save them all is to find your son before time runs out.”
Matthews looks horrified, but determined.
Matthews: “I’ll find him.”
Jigsaw: “Good luck, Detective. You have two hours. And remember, some puzzles are best solved together.”
With that, the screen goes dark, and Matthews is left alone in the room.
He looks around the room, searching for any clues or tools he can use to escape. Suddenly, a panel in the wall slides open, revealing a small key.
He picks up the key and notices an inscription on the back.
Matthews (reading): “The key to life lies in the power of sacrifice.”
He pockets the key and sets out to explore the house, determined to find his son and the other victims before it’s too late.
As he navigates his way through the house, Matthews encounters several of the other victims, including Xavier, Amanda, Jonas, Laura, Gus, and Obi. Each with their own unique puzzles to solve.
Matthews tries his best to work together with them, but tensions run high as they’re all fighting for their own survival.
In the end, it’s a race against time as the victims slowly succumb to the deadly traps and puzzles. Matthews eventually finds his son, but not before facing some difficult choices and enduring his own trials.
The climax of the film sees Matthews confront Jigsaw, only to discover that he’s been dead all along. It was his apprentice, Amanda, who’s been continuing his work in his memory.
Matthews is left reeling as Amanda is apprehended, and he’s left to pick up the pieces of his shattered life. The game may be over, but the scars will last forever.
EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – NIGHT
Detective Eric Matthews rushes towards the house, his gun drawn. He kicks down the door and enters, ready to take down Jigsaw once and for all. The house is dark and ominous, filled with the sounds of the traps that Jigsaw has set up.
Eric moves quickly, searching for any signs of his son. He hears a faint cry coming from upstairs and rushes up the stairs. He finds his son, Daniel, locked in a trap that will crush him if Eric doesn’t find the key in time.
Daniel, I’m here. I’m going to get you out of this.
Daniel looks up at Eric with fear in his eyes.
Dad, he’s going to kill us all. We need to get out of here.
Don’t worry, son. I’m going to save you.
Eric frantically searches for the key, overturning furniture and tearing apart the room. He finally finds the key and rushes back to Daniel, just as the trap starts to close in on him.
Hold on, Daniel. I’m going to get you out of this.
Eric unlocks the trap, and Daniel is freed from certain death. Eric hugs his son tightly, tears streaming down his face.
I thought I lost you, son.
Just then, they hear a loud explosion from downstairs. Eric grabs his gun and leads Daniel towards the source of the sound.
They find the remaining victims, who have been trying to escape through a bunker. The bunker door has been blown open, and they can hear the sounds of a police raid outside.
We’re going to get you all out of here. Just stay with me.
The group exits the house just as the police arrive. Eric hands over Jigsaw, who is barely alive, to the officers. The remaining victims are taken away to safety.
As Eric watches the house burn in the distance, he knows that the nightmare is finally over. He’s put an end to Jigsaw’s twisted game, and he’s saved his son. But he also knows that the scars of this experience will stay with him and the other victims forever.
INT. TRAP ROOM – NIGHT
Detective Eric Matthews is strapped to a chair, his eyes fixed on a television screen in front of him. On the screen, he sees his son, Daniel, trapped in a glass box, slowly filling up with water.
Hello, Detective Matthews. I’m sure you recognize this setup from a previous game.
Matthews struggles against the restraints, trying to break free.
Let him go! This is between you and me!
Oh, but it’s not, Detective. You see, your colleagues have been looking for me for years. And I’ve had enough. It’s time for them to finally understand the consequences of their actions.
Matthews watches in horror as the water level rises higher and higher in the glass box, Daniel struggling to keep his head above water.
Please, I’ll do anything. Just let my son go.
All you have to do is play my game. There are two levers in front of you. Pull the lever on the left, and a stranger will die. Pull the lever on the right, and your son will be released.
Matthews looks at the levers, his hands shaking. He knows he has to make a choice, but both options seem unbearable.
(time running out)
You have thirty seconds, Detective. Make your choice.
Matthews takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Daniel’s struggling form.
I won’t do it. I won’t choose between two lives. There has to be another way.
Ah, but there isn’t, Detective. You see, this is my game, and the rules are set. Your son will die, unless you make a choice.
Matthews looks at the levers again, and finally makes his decision. He pulls the lever on the left.
A wise choice, Detective. You chose to save a life. But it wasn’t your son’s, was it?
The glass box shatters, and Matthews watches in horror as a stranger’s limp body falls out. In the distance, he can faintly hear the sound of his son crying.
You sick bastard. You’ll pay for this.
I’ll be waiting, Detective.
The screen goes dark.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Detective Eric Matthews stands in the center of the room, facing a TV screen. Jigsaw’s voice rings out from the speakers.
You are faced with an impossible decision, Detective. Save your son, or let an innocent victim die. The choice is yours.
Matthews looks around the room, searching for any hint of his son’s location.
Where is he? Where’s my son?
All in good time, Detective. But you must decide quickly. Time is running out.
Matthews paces back and forth, his mind racing.
I can’t do this. I can’t choose between two lives.
Suddenly, the TV flickers to life, showing a live feed of another room. A terrified young woman is strapped to a chair, with a maze of deadly spikes closing in on her.
Tick tock, Detective. The clock is ticking.
Matthews stares at the screen, sweat pouring down his face.
What do I do?
You know what you must do. Embrace the darkness inside you, Detective. Only then can you make the right choice.
Matthews grits his teeth, his fists clenching.
I’ll do it. I’ll kill him.
Excellent, Detective. The key to the door is hidden somewhere in this room. You have five minutes to find it.
Matthews begins searching the room frantically, tearing apart anything in his path.
As the timer ticks down, he finally finds the key hidden in the leg of a table. He unlocks the door to the next room, ready to face whatever lies ahead.