(Warning! “Saw III” spoilers ahead!)
Who do I want to kill?
What if I were given the opportunity to kill that person?
Would I take it?
In “Saw III,” Jeff wants to kill the drunk driver who’d taken the life of his son three years ago. He wants it so bad that vengeance is the only thing keeping him going. Jeff walks through life as a ghost, ignoring his wife and daughter. Coming alive only at night, when he acts out the fantasy of shooting his son’s killer as he checks out bit by bit in his son’s bedroom, which he’s kept exactly the same, obsessing over every last stuffed animal as if his life depends on it. Which maybe it does.
So Jigsaw decides to play a little game. Jeff will have to pass a series of tests, where he will come face to face with people involved with the accident – a bystander who’d walked away, a light-sentencing judge, and finally, the drunk driver himself. Will he choose to forgive them, and to literally save them? Or will he choose to let them die, and reap his vengeance?
Jeff does not do very well on any of the three tests. He hesitates too long on the first one, conflicted. So even though he at long last tries to help her, she freezes to death, naked and alone. And Jeff let her.
Jeff doesn’t let the judge die, but he sure does wait a LONG time, and lets a LOT of pureed dead pigs fall on top of the judge before setting him free.
Then comes the final(?…) test.
Hello, Jeff. If you are listening to this, that means that the confrontation you so long dreamed of…is finally unfolding. In your head, he is a cipher. A symbol of your life changing. A symbol of death. I present him to you now, as a simple human being. His name is Timothy Young. He’s 27 years old. A medical student with a mother and a father, just like you. A man whose life also changed the day your son died.
Who is my cipher?
That day he made a terrible mistake. You believed he didn’t pay for that mistake. And now is your chance to make him pay. The device Timothy is strapped to is…my personal favorite. I call it “The Rack”.
Would The Rack be punishment enough, for my cipher?
What if s/he was right there in front of me, screaming? While The Rack twisted?
The human body is a miraculous creation. Ever wonder how far an arm can twist? This device is going to start twisting. There is a chance he might live though, with your help. To your right is a box. At the back of the box, is a key. It is tied to the trigger of a shotgun. The question you’ll have to ask yourself, is this: Are you willing to take a bullet for the man who killed your son? Does “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” apply here, Jeff?
What if s/he begged me for mercy?
Make your choice.
Jigsaw lets everyone make a choice. Usually when he lets someone make a choice, when he plays a game with someone, the choice is to live or die. Jigsaw never sets up a single game that is unwinnable.
In Jeff’s game, his choice is to forgive or to kill. No in between.
Eye for an eye. Justice.
Judge: Jeff, just standing there, you’re an accomplice to murder. Are you a murderer, Jeff?
Am I a murderer?
Jeff: I’ve been wanting to kill him for two years. Yeah. Maybe I am.
Once again, Jeff waits too long; Timothy twists to death, and in the process, gets the Judge killed as well. He still passes though, right?
But when Jeff seemingly crosses the finish line, he goes into the room where his wife Lynn has been shot, though non-fatally, by Amanda, Jigsaw’s protégé. Jeff shoots Amanda in the neck, and she bleeds to death.
However, Jeff has not failed his test by shooting Amanda. He has one final challenge.
Can he forgive Jigsaw, the man responsible for this nightmare? If he can, Jigsaw will have an ambulance there in four minutes, and save Lynn’s life.
Can I humble myself?
“I forgive you,” Jeff says, but apparently not * meaning * it, as he cuts open Jigsaw with a circular saw.
Boom! Lynn is dead, her harness killing her as soon as Jigsaw dies.
It’s over now. Can’t get any worse than this.
Or can it?
Hello, Jeff. I made this tape as an insurance policy, if you will. And, if you’re listening to it, then it’s time to collect. I was your final test, Jeff. Your final test of forgiveness. And if you are listening to this, then you’ve failed. Now you must pay the price. The price of holding on to all that anger, the price of driving your own wife away from you, the price of living for nothing but vengeance. Now I will give you something to live for. I told you, that you couldn’t kill me, Jeff. But I didn’t tell you why. The answer is simple. I am the person responsible for the loss of your child. I am the only person who knows where your daughter is. She only has a limited supply of air, and if you want to get her back, you’ll have to play a game.
How much blood is on my hands?
I’d say that I reposted this now, because I truly hate the Aurora terrorist. But I’d already posted the first part of the blog, before that happened. I initially reposted this blog because while I originally written this after forgiving the last person I hated, a new one came out of the woodwork. And I don’t want it, the hate. More on that to come. Nate Fisher is involved! Sit tight.