Saw: Legacy – Part 2

Back at the station Matthews sits down at his desk with Jeff still on the other side. Daniel shuffles around the papers on his desk like he is looking for something. He then yells out to someone outside the room. "Johnson, get in here!"

An officer in uniform runs into the room. "Yes, sir?"

"Have you seen the Cramer file?"

"Yes, sir. It's on the floor over here."

Johnson bends down, picks up the file and drops it on the desk. Matthews picks it up and places it in one of the drawer's in his desk. "How'd it get over there. Anyway that reminds me, have you gotten in touch with Debra Jenkins yet, Johnson?"

"No, detective. We have tried getting in touch with her but there is no answer. The FBI has offered to send a man over to her house, but they won't be there until tomorrow." "Ok, Johnson. That is all."

The officer leaves the room and Matthews looks up to Jeff, who is bending over with his head buried in his hands. "Stressed, Mr. Denlon?"

"My daughter could be the next target of a madman copycatting a madman. Would you be stressed?"

"I can assure you that Officer Chester is more than capable of the job."

"I hope so…"

As Jeff finishes his sentence, someone walking into the station catches the corner of his eye. He turns his head and squints trying to make out who it is. When he finally realizes who the man is Jeff runs out of the office and tackles the man to the ground.

Detective Matthews runs after him and pulls Jeff off of the man along with several other officers. After the skirmish is broken up, one of the officers holds Jeff back as he continues to fight through. "You bastard, Steven! I fucking hate you!"

An officer picks Ryan Steven up off the ground. Steven smiles and brushes himself off. "Mr. Denlon, so good to see you."

"You fucking prick! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Well since I am considered somewhat of an expert on the Jigsaw killings, the FBI called me in to assist on the case."

Jeff begins to calm down as the officer lets him go. "Stay away from me and my daughter, Steven. You piece of shit."

Matthews puts his arm on Jeff's back and leads him back into the office. "Come on. Just relax. Everyone knows he's scum."

As Jeff heads back into the room Steven yells out to him. "Yeah, Denlon. It's not like I'm gonna write a book about this or anything."

As Jeff disappears into the office, Steven just walks deeper into the station with a smile on his face.

Late into the night, Officer Sam Chester sits in his civilian car outside of Vanessa's dorm room. He takes a deep breathe in and sips his coffee while listening to the soft playing music from his radio.

Suddenly, a car pulls down the street and parks in back of Chester's car. Sam slowly moves his hand down to his holster and turns the radio off with the other. But he eases off the handle of the gun when Detective Matthews steps out of the car.

Daniel makes his way over to the passenger side of Sam's car and gets inside. "Here. I thought you could use a late night snack."

Matthews hands Sam a brown paper bag filled with food. Sam takes the bag and places it on the dashboard. "Thanks. You could have just not assigned me to looking after the girl. That would have been a lot easier."

"Hey, you attached yourself to the case by being the first one on the scene of the Hummell murder. By the way, how did you stumble onto that crime scene anyway?"

"The building is on my normal patrol route and I noticed something was out of place so I thought I'd check it out. When I got closer I realized the door was sealed shut. You know the rest of the story."

"Hmmm…we got lucky then. That boy could have stayed in there for months and nobody would have known. My dad always said that being a cop is a combination of fearlessness and luck."

"I have heard he was a great man. I wish I could have met him."

"He was. The last time I spoke with him was the day before he was killed. We had a fight and…let's just say I've been regretting it ever since."

Matthews leans back in his chair and lets his head fall against the headrest. After a brief moment of silence Sam speaks. "Is that why you became a cop?"

"I guess. I never really thought about it."

Chester takes another sip of his coffee. "I do what I do now because of my father. I was never really close to him and…my mother never spoke about him either. They were divorced and my mother really wanted to separate us from him as much as possible. I've heard stories and…let's just say it's his legacy that brought me to this point in my life."

"I hear ya."

The two relax for a moment and take in the starry night's sky. Matthew's eventually opens the handle to the door and steps out. "It's late. I better get home and get some rest. I know the Bureau is going to have a ton of paper work from Steven's interrogation tomorrow."

As the detective starts to walk away Sam yells back out to him. "Wait. Steven's interrogation?"

Matthews comes back to the car and sticks his head in the window. "Yeah. They have Ryan Steven down at the station right now and asking him questions about his investigation into Jigsaw for his book."

"Interesting. Well see ya later."

"Bye."

Matthews casual walks over to his car, gets in and drives off into the darkness of the night.

Back at the station, Ryan Steven sits anxiously inside one of the buildings interrogation rooms. The dark room has one table with several chairs around it, which Steven is sitting at, and a long mirror against the wall that is obviously one way glass. Steven looks around and trembles.

He thought he was brought in as an expert on the Jigsaw killings that took place ten years ago. But by the way he has been treated he feels more of like a suspect than a consultant.

After about a half hour of sitting alone in the cold, bland room, the door finally opens and two clean cut FBI agents enter the room. As soon as the two men come in plain sight, Steven yells out his complaints. "Hey! What the hell am I doing here? I thought I was here as a guest! Why the fuck am I in this room for criminals?!"

The first agent walks over to the table, takes out a chair and sits down. "Relax, we apologize. We were too busy to question you and we had no other place for you to wait. We couldn't have you wait in the station because if you heard something it would have had an affect on your expertise."

"Well if you want me 'expertise' you need to get me out of this shit hole."

The second agent leans against the wall in a relaxed manner. "Chill out, Ryan. You"re getting an all paid vacation straight out of Uncle Sam's pocket. What do you have to worry about?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Steven leans back in his chair obviously showing that he is upset. The first agent leans forward onto the table and puts his hands together. "So we have a couple of questions about John Cramer's past to ask you."

"What do you need to know? You have a file on him."

"Yes, we have his file, but the file doesn't tell us personal details which you have discovered from research for your book."

Steven takes a deep breathe in. "Ok. Shoot."

The second agent leans off of the wall and puts his hands in his pockets. "Tell us about Debra Jenkins."

"Debra is Cramer's ex-wife. They divorced several years before he was diagnosed with brain cancer."

"And you interviewed her for your book?"

Steven scrunches his brow at the question. "Uhhh, yeah? Why is this important?"

The first agent takes out a pen and paper. "No reason. Now, how did you find her? We are looking for her now and she hasn't been the easiest person to locate."

"They changed their name when it was made public that Cramer was Jigsaw."

The first agent write something down while asking his next question. "Did you fuck her?"

Steven jumps out of his chair outraged. "What the fuck is this shit?!"

The second agent however walks forward noticing something Steven had just said. "Wait, what do you mean by 'they?' "

Steven ignores both of the men's questions and points his finger at the first agent who is still sitting down. "Fuck you!"

The second agent walks forward and leans down at the table. "Ryan, relax. Calm down. You said 'they.' Tell me, what you meant by 'they?' "

"No! No more questions. Get me the fuck out of here." The first agent puts his pad away, stands up and walks out of the room. "Fucking prick. Go back to your five star hotel."

After the first agent leaves the room, Steven and the second agent stare at each other for a second before the agent breaks the silence. "We need your help, Ryan."

"You can fuck off with his 'good cop/bad cop' shit. I'm outta here."

Steven walks around the table and out of the room.

Inside of Detective Matthew's apartment, the workaholic detective sits on his couch in his living room fiddling with millions of folders, papers and photographs. In front of him is a table that has even more folders filled with papers on it. In front of the table is his television which is turned off.

Matthews, while wearing his normal bed wear of a t-shirt and boxers, had just gotten out of bed when he couldn't sleep and decided to get some work done.

Suddenly without warning, Matthews's television clicks on to static. Daniel looks around for a second confused. Then finally he walks over to it and turns it off.

After he sits down, several seconds pass before Matthews picks up the file from his table that says CLASSIFIED: Cramer. The detective opens up the file and looks inside. Immediately he notices the file is a lot smaller than it was when the FBI handed it to him. Matthews flips through the papers and sees that some of them are gone. "What the hell?"

Daniel's concentration is broken when the television clicks on to static again. Matthews looks around confused once more. "Fucking hell."

After he is done looking around, Matthews is about to get up when the screen suddenly switches from static snow to Jigsaw's trademark doll. The doll's beady red eyes stare through the television screen and paralyze the detective in his tracks. Matthews, as if in a trance, sits down in the sofa cushion and back into the couch. After several seconds of silence the doll finally speaks. "Good Evening, Detective Matthews. You can go ahead and look around, but I can assure you I am nowhere to be found. It's ok. You don't need to worry. I just want to play a game.

"Ten years ago you survived a game set up by my predecessor. I congratulate you on that. Unfortunately, your father wasn't as lucky. And from what I've heard, the last time you saw him alive you two didn't exchange the friendliest of words."

For a moment, Daniel remembers the day he last spoke with his father. His father's last screams to him, "just go," rushes through his head.

After allowing Daniel a brief moment to remember the doll continues on. "Ever since that day you have followed in his footsteps. You became a detective to make him proud, to try and accomplish something in your life. But still, on the inside, you burn with revenge for the man you hold responsible for taking your father from you.

"Well you can't exact your vengeance on a dead man, but I will give you the next best thing: me. I have taken up the role of the man you blame for your father's death and you can take your revenge on me if you so wish. All you have to do is follow the rules. Now the rules of the game are simple: find me…whatever way you can. If you do that and my identity becomes clear to you, then I will allow you to do what you will with me.

"Just remember to be guided by your training and not by revenge and I'm sure you'll succeed. Good luck, detective…and let the game begin."

Ryan Steven wakes up when the stream of water flowing through the stone cracks on the ground reaches his face. Steven opens his eyes slowly and looks around. He notices he is in a room with all stone walls. The floor is wet and water slowly drips through cracks in the ceiling.

Steven sits up and notices the dim lit room is only illuminated by several candles placed around the chamber. He also realizes he is wearing nothing but his underwear. But the main thing that sticks out to Steven is a metal contraption strapped to his neck. The contraption contains a round circular disk which his neck is in the middle of.

Steven tries to turn his neck but the edge of the disk is as sharp as can be and slices away the skin. Steven moves his hand up the contraption and notices a lot of gears and mechanical parts at the base of the device by his collarbone. "No. No! Why?! Why me?!"

Steven's screams are interrupted by a television turning on behind him. Steven slowly turns around while being careful not to move too fast and watches the doll on the screen. "Hello, Ryan. I want to play a game. Even though you admired the work of my predecessor, I believe he would agree with me when I say you are not worthy of the life you have been given. You do what you want and exploit whoever you want without remorse or regret for your actions. You are the most cutthroat reporter in world…which given your current situations seems ironic.

"But I am willing to allow you to atone for your sins tonight. The contraption strapped to your neck is fitted with a polarized device that works in conjunction with magnets inside the walls. If you move out of place the magnetic force will be altered triggering the springs in the device. Then the sharp blades of the disc will collapse in and…well you know what happens then.

"All you have to do is stay where you are and not move. In several hours a septic crew will move through this area and there is no doubt they will hear your screams. But can someone with such a 'magnetic' personality as yourself convince them to help you? Only time will tell. Live or die, Ryan. Make your choice."

Steven tries to curse the television when it clicks off while at the same time trying not to move. "You're not Jigsaw, you fucking fake! You're nothing! I've done nothing wrong! Get me outta here! Help!"

Steven screams for help but all he hears is his echo through the dungeon like room. Steven finally gives up yelling and talks to himself while looking for a way out of the room. "Think, Ryan, think. You know these situations better than anyone. Get yourself out of this. Who could be doing this to you? Think you, moron, think."

Finally a thought clicks into his head when he remembers the interrogation he underwent at the police station. "Oh my God. That's it."

Steven lifts his hand up to his neck and slides his finger against the blade. Blood drips out of his finger and Steven begins to write a message on the floor using his blood as ink.

As he does this a small rat slips through a crack in the corner of the wall. While he continues to write what he believes to be his final words, the rat slowly makes his way closer and closer to the unsuspecting Steven.

When Steven is about to finish the last word of his message, the rat brushes up against Steven's foot. Steven jumps backwards in shock and fear. "What the…"

But his sentence is suddenly cut off when the sharp edge of the disk collapses in and decapitates Steven's head by the neck. As Steven's headless body hits the floor, blood slowly flows from the stump on his neck and covers the message Steven had just written on the ground.