First and 10 on the New York 32. Malone hands off for a one-yard gain.
Can't establish their running game because Washington...
- God will help you. - God owes me a quarter pound.
Mince and mash the garlic into a paste.
- I seek... - Go, Buster, go!
Reputed crime boss Gaitano Cesare...
... once again avoided prison when a mistrial was declared today...
... in his eight-week long RICO prosecution.
Allegedly responsible for over 200 murders...
... Cesare has yet to spend one day behind bars.
Mr. Eugene Gordlock...
... a witness who repeatedly asked the judge to be recused from the case...
... was gunned down just a few hours earlier.
We had the opportunity to speak with Mr. Gordlock's mother.
They shot him right in our front yard.
My dear, sweet little boy.
The pained words of a grieving woman...
... left all alone in a city outraged by these developments.
But with no concrete evidence of tampering...
... and with Mr. Gordlock now dead...
Do I fix your makeup for you?
- What? - Here's Billy the Beaut.
The captain should have sent me out here with 30, 40 men...
to raze this bloody get-out-of-jail party. Instead, I'm stuck here with you.
Well, he might come out tonight.
As a matter of fact, I'm sure he'll show up.
And what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna bring him in.
You know, you kill me, Soap. Let's just say if you can make this happen...
...why would you?
He does to those bastards...
...what me and you can only fantasize about.
Ink, keep your nose clean.
Yeah.
Sure thing, Pops.
Hey.
Look, you know, it's just...
- Take it easy in there, okay? - Nicky, what am I gonna do?
Give the old guy a heart attack?
- Go on, beat it. - Give me uno minuto.
You handled the witness situation perfectly.
No sweat, Uncle G.
- You look great. - The hell I do.
I shit in a bag, for chrissake.
Hey, saves you a trip to the can, right?
You came to discuss a private matter.
Down at the docks!
Right. Yeah. Cristu Bulat.
I hear he's a sick fuck. Fresh off the boat.
Cristu's bringing in a shipment and he needs a safe port.
I've arranged for my customs guy Simmons to be on that night.
The union boys'll be there to unload. Our cut's 10 mil.
- We won't break a sweat. - Ten mil?
- Fuck's Cristu shipping? - I don't know.
It's some kind of biological package.
A biological package.
I fucking knew it.
Probably going up to the ragheads in Queens.
- Cristu guaranteed it's leaving the city. - We don't touch that kind of shit.
In case your memory's going with your bodily functions...
...you might remember I'm the top earner here.
- I'm not stupid. - Stupid?
You're as shithouse crazy as your brother, Loony Bin Jim.
I should have had the both of you locked away.
One more word about my brother, I swear to Christ I'll...
You'll what? You make one move, you greasy fuck.
Hey, let's just all calm down here, okay?
I've put out a big spread out here.
So come on, boys, eat up.
We're not eating with the old shitbag, understand?
Pittsy, pour me a drink.
What the fuck?
Pittsy!
Let's go.
All right, let's split up.
Shouldn't we wait for backup?
Police! Freeze!
Listen, Billy Russoti's getting away.
Silver Rover.
You might wanna head down to the docks first.
Shit, that hurts.
- What happened to you? - Your Punisher.
He disarmed me, held me at gunpoint then he stole our damn ride.
- Where were you, huh? - I knew he would come.
Hey, let me get your statement.
Come on, Saffiotti, tell me everything...
How did it go down, huh?
I'm sorry about your family, Billy.
- Well, maybe it's a blessing in disguise. - What?
It was time for me to take over anyway.
Thanks to The Punisher, I don't even get my fucking hands dirty.
Where's your boss, then?
- What the fuck's he doing here? - Relax. I asked him to come.
My man. How are you doing?
- Who the fuck are these finooks? - These are couple of my colleagues.
They are very, very gifted delivery men.
No mountain too high, no river too deep.
All right, all right, all right, enough.
- Pittsy, get me some money. - Time to go to work.
We're running low, boss.
We picked up 200K from the Lucciano construction site.
I had to launder it through the Pussycat Lounge. Like you told me, remember?
Well, bring it back tomorrow.
- You got it, boss. - Here.
That's 20 rolls of hundreds, that's a grand each. All counted.
Head for the port, do your thing...
... get over the security fence, hand out the money.
Where are you going?
Would it be all right if I take the roof instead of the door?
- Whatever. - You're a fucking saint.
Hey, what's the matter?
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck was that?
Agent down. Repeat, agent down. Fuck.
I'll check it out, boss.
- Pops! - I'll take care of it. You get the guards.
Pittsy!
Fuck, you bastard. Fuck. Fuck you, Castle!
Come on, Castle!
Fuck you, man! Fuck you, Castle, you fucking...
Fuck you, Castle! Fuck! My fucking face!
Pittsy! Pittsy! Pittsy!
Fuck, my fucking face!
Fuck! Pittsy! Pittsy! Pittsy!
There he is!
Move! Move! Move!
Up there!
Move!
Up there!
Fuck!
Up there!
- FBI. Drop your weapons. - Oh, shit. Shit.
You two, up the stairs. Team 1, on me.
Don't move!
FBI! Put your weapons down.
We got a live one!
Take care of those five yards in every direction.
Billy the Beaut.
Yo, you say Billy the Beaut?
- Not anymore, huh? - Bring him down, maybe he'll live.
- Wait a minute. - Repeat, Nicholas Donatelli Jr.
Reach Donatelli's family. Can you ask Miller if...
The Lord is compassion and love.
Slow to anger and rich in mercy.
He does not treat us according to our sins...
...nor repay us according to our faults.
As parents have compassion on their children...
...the Lord has pity on those who fear him.
For he knows of what we are made, he remembers that we are dust.
As for us, our days are like grass.
We flower like the flower of the field.
The wind blows and we are gone.
And our place never sees us again.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Who compromised Donatelli?
Calm down, Budiansky, it wasn't anybody's fault.
None of us could foresee Castle opening up hunting season on La Cosa Nostra.
Come on.
All right, look, Donatelli sent us a message.
Said something big was gonna happen. He asked for Homeland Security.
We ran 24-hour surveillance on Russoti.
Just as we're about to find out what is happening, Donatelli got shot.
Believe me, no one is more pissed off than I am.
How is it we're not all over Frank Castle?
Because we have a real national security threat.
And the last time I checked, that tops trying to nab some crazed vigilante.
Go.
- Hey. - Hey.
I'm gonna get this guy, Angie.
I promise you.
I heard the bureau was sending a babysitter.
Liaison.
Thirty years on the force, I still don't know what that word means.
We have a certain way of doing things here, Special Agent Budiansky.
Like letting mass murderers run free?
Four years this Punisher's been wreaking havoc.
And you haven't once caught a break.
I'm waist deep in shit around here as you can plainly see.
Your buddies from the bureau told me...
...the city is under some kind of terror threat.
New Yorkers are a bit sensitive about that, if you know what I mean.
I've got my men trying to find out...
...what your colleague came across when he went under.
Maybe if you feds allowed us in on your undercover operations once in a while...
- all of this could have been avoided. - With all due respect, captain...
...that...
...is bullshit.
What if it had been your man lying there?
In a pool of his own blood?
You Krispy Kreme motherfuckers would be beating down every door in this city.
Captain.
Captain, you know what?
The Punisher Task Force could use an extra man.
Room 12.
The basement.
Agent Budiansky? Did I get that right?
The captain told me you were coming in.
Welcome to The Punisher Task Force.
I'm Detective Martin Soap.
Pleasure.
Make yourself at home.
You have a degree in Behavioral Psychology?
Surprised?
That's okay. Most people are.
So, what do you actually do here?
Here?
This is ground zero.
I've shadowed his every step for the last five years.
I've documented every murder that fit his profile...
...and I've collected intelligence on all known associates.
Take a look at this.
Six years ago...
...Frank Castle was a Special Forces instructor.
And a simple family man.
One day, he takes his wife and kids for a picnic...
...and by chance or fate, depending on which you believe in...
...they witnessed a mob execution.
When they were discovered...
But Castle survived.
Since then, he's been taking down one crime family after another.
I'm really close, Budiansky.
Only thing getting in my way is some bad luck.
But I have a feeling that's about to change.
You know, I've been waiting for someone like you.
Take a look at some of the case files.
Get a lay of the land.
I'll get us a pie from Milano's. Best pizza in the city.
Which drawer?
- What? - The alleged Punisher murders.
All of them.
What do you want, Micro?
You ever heard of jihadi-blogger.com?
I'm posing as a one-armed Wahhabi warrior...
...who took a crap in a cave next to Bin Laden.
I think I can score you a couple of rocket launchers.
What do you want?
Haven't seen you in a while.
Brought you some treats.
It's gun show season in Virginia. No background checks, no problems.
That's too much, Frank.
Call it a retirement package.
I know this thing with the fed is eating you up...
...but that doesn't mean you pack up your tent.
We all make mistakes, Frank.
You're fighting a war against the assholes...
...who slip through the raindrops, who get away with it.
In any war, there's collateral damage. You know that.
Collateral damage?
I killed an agent in the field.
One of the good guys.
He had a family.
You didn't know.
I fucked up, Micro.
Now, please...
...just leave me alone.
Where the fuck's Nicky?
He...
...didn't make it.
Nicky was a fucking rat.
For the feds.
What about my money?
We already went to his place and tore it apart.
No sign of a safety deposit key or nothing.
Does he got any next of kin?
- Somebody to carry on the family name? - Yeah.
Something about a wife and a girl.
Good.
Let's look there.
You got it.
Hey, doc.
Where you been?
- Am I glad to see you. - Hi, Billy.
Should've seen those fucking brascioles at the clinic.
Must have bought their fucking medical degrees off the Internet.
How did you end up at a free clinic?
Insurance said I missed a payment.
Can you fucking believe that?
Okay. Before we do this...
...I need you to understand the severity of your injuries.
You shouldn't have been able to survive this.
Well, that's why I'm here, doc.
I have the best plastic surgeon in all of New York.
Your facial muscles, tendons, bone structure, everything...
...was destroyed.
And there wasn't a single square inch of skin left intact.
Just take it off already.
Okay.
Let's do this.
I'm gonna need you to sit forward a little bit.
All right.
Okay.
Polymers...
...a few strategically placed alloy plates...
...and just a little bit of horse hide.
A little bit of what?
I need to talk to my doctor alone.
Yeah. Yeah, of course, Billy.
The fuck's the matter with you? You can't control yourself?
You know how sensitive he is.
I'm sorry, Pops, it's just, I've... Have you ever seen anything so...?
Just shut the fuck up.
You okay, boss?
Much better. Thanks.
I'll be in the car.
No more distractions.
We need to focus on my goals.
One:
We need to get my money back.
Two, we're gonna get rid of Frank Castle.
But he took out, like, 30 of us.
I mean, how are we gonna kill him before he'll kill us?
My brother will take care of that.
- Loony Bin Jim? - Shut the fuck up.
His name is James.
Not Loony Bin Jim, not LBJ. James.
I'm sorry. It's a good idea.
Really, it is.
Don't mind him.
He doesn't think before he talks, just like his mother.
Sorry about that, Billy.
Billy is dead.
From now on...
...you call me Jigsaw.
He's mine.
Hey, Billy, fuck you!
Daddy!
How are we doing today, Loony Bin Jim?
Yummy, yummy.
So good.
- What? - Dr. Basner. Open up!
Yes, doctor.
Billy?
Is that you?
It is.
You look fantastic, brother.
Ink, cut these off, now.
Pittsy, go open the doors of every other cell...
- lead everybody out the front door. - Sure thing, Billy.
Jigsaw.
I'll take care of this guy.
Oh, no, brother.
Fatso's mine.
Of course.
I'm gonna get my applesauce back.
Did you know...
...kidneys and applesauce are a delicacy in Sweden?
Did you know that?
Yes.
Yummy, yummy, yummy in my tummy, tummy, tummy.
No.
What do you say, boss?
- Stuff might come in handy. - What for?
Well, in case he starts, you know, not feeling so good.
I think he's doing just great.
You're in my light.
For the next time someone gets in your light.
Step the fuck away from my little girl.
Mom, that's a dad word.
Go inside, Grace.
You're messing with the wrong family on the wrong day, asshole.
You, you're...
What are you doing here?
What makes you think you could come here?
- You'll scare the girl. - Shut up.
Shut your mouth.
- I'm sorry. - I said shut up.
What's this?
Something to help out.
No.
No, you don't get to do that.
You don't get to shoot my husband in cold blood and then stop at the ATM.
It's for your daughter.
This is what you deserve.
What you did to Nick.
Who punishes you?
He taught you how to shoot.
A good agent keeps his family safe...
...but he couldn't always be here.
He took you out to the range.
He showed you what to do.
This is where you do it.
Squeeze...
...don't pull.
I can't find my red pen.
Mom, I need it.
You take it.
Is this it, boss?
Yeah.
Nice, brother.
- Is it yours? - Not yet.
Old Cesare used to rent it to screw hookers.
Let's go inside before I freeze my fucking balls off.
What's the matter, Billy?
Just when I think I'm okay...
...I see my reflection somewhere...
...and I look horrible.
What has he done to me?
No, no, no, don't.
Don't cry, brother.
Everything is gonna be all right.
I promise you two things:
One, I will find Castle...
...and I will kill him slowly and painfully.
And two, you will never, ever have to look at your reflection again...
...as long as you're with me.
You're not in Transylvania anymore, Cristu.
We don't talk vampire.
It's Russian.
My man is concerned.
If Punisher can do this to your face...
...what might he do to our deal?
The tongue stretches further than most people think.
Ask your man how he's gonna talk that shit...
...when I pull it from his mouth.
Enough.
The Punisher is not a problem.
The docks are mine.
My looks have nothing to do with this.
Everybody...
...from the local security to international customs is in my pocket.
Quite frankly, this job doesn't get done without me.
My most sincere apologies.
My father always say never insult your host.
Sounds like a reasonable man.
You don't know of my father.
Three days.
It has to be 12 million.
We agree on 10.
We both know...
...that this biological shit you're bringing in isn't leaving the city.
You're selling it to the ragheads in Queens.
The ports have been crawling with suits from Homeland.
Gonna take a lot of payola to keep it quiet.
Always knew you'd be a good boss, Billy.
Thanks, brother.
Latin Kings.
Let him go, Frank.
You know this piece of shit?
Ex piece of shit.
Yeah.
He's a regular choirboy.
- Fuck you, cracker. - Language.
It's a genius racket.
You know how the cops always run those gun buy-backs?
Except they never work.
Because what banger is gonna trust a cop, right?
Well, these drive-by wack jobs, they just love Carlos here.
They get one look at that ink...
...and they know he's for real.
We get the guns off the street to you.
Never once seen a banger that could quit.
Too fucking stupid.
He's straight, Frank.
Hey, Mom, Frank's here.
He says eat up, huh?
How's she doing?
Yeah, well.
As long as she's got her cooking shows, she's good.
It's the only thing she notices.
But, hey, that's something, right?
Listen, I...
I just came around to tell you that I'm going out of town for a while.
Out of town?
I'm sorry.
I never thought of The Punisher taking a long weekend.
I'm not planning on coming back.
So I take it things didn't go so well at the Donatelli home?
Are you aware that Billy Russoti survived?
I heard.
Let the cops take care of him.
You and I know they got nothing on him.
Their hands are tied. This is where The Punisher comes in.
This is why I believe in you, why I supported you all these years.
You want me to tell you when something happens to Mrs. Donatelli?
That's what's gonna happen.
You don't think he's gonna go for revenge?
It's not a question of if, it's a matter of when.
- Pull a couple of Berettas. - For what?
Three...
...two...
...one.
Russoti is the last one, then I'm done.
From your lips to God's ears.
You know where I can find him?
I don't have a fix on him.
You wiped out his associates that are known to me.
I saw him with some new guys.
Leader was black, dreadlocks.
Did some acrobatic stuff over the roofs.
That's Maginty and his urban free-flow gang.
He's a mean motherfucker.
He's on a constant meth high.
Well, come on.
You wanna find this guy or not?
You boys play nice.
- I've been looking for you. - Agent Budiansky, take a load off.
I need to go see Castle. Where do I find him?
Rats, you know, he just left.
Wait, wait, wait.
You know what I like to do?
I like to sit in my car...
...and listen to the CB radio and follow the crime.
We might just run into him. It's never worked for me in five years...
...but I'm not the luckiest guy on the planet, y'know?
Let's go through the back door.
Maginty and his boys are planning to hit a convenience store on 45th and 2nd.
Suspects are armed and dangerous.
I repeat, suspects are armed and dangerous.
Let's do this.
Really?
Just drive the car.
Come on. Come on.
Oh, fuck.
Please.
- Don't kill me. - Russoti.
- Where is he? - Your man, Jigsaw.
I was just with him. He was supposed to give me some dough for a job.
But turns out...
...he don't have any anymore.
He forgot he gave a whole bunch to that FBI rat bastard.
So he went to go see Donatelli's wee bitch to get it back.
Something for something.
Mr. Punisher, sir.
So when did Donattelli go undercover?
We were partners in narcotics.
Unfortunately, most of the blow we confiscated ended up in my nose.
Internal Affairs tried to get Nicky to rat me out.
He wouldn't.
So they send him undercover.
He's dead because of me.
So you still skiing the old alps?
No.
That's in the past.
- Holy shit. - Shit.
Drive around, meet me on the other side.
Mommy.
Hello, Mrs. Donatelli.
Or will you be calling yourself Miss from now on?
What do you want from us?
I'm looking for my money...
...which your rat of a husband stole from me.
We don't have it, I swear to God.
How about you, sweetcheeks?
Would you also like to swear on an imaginary friend?
Make sure they don't move.
- We'll look for the money. - Hey, kid.
Freeze, asshole!
You're under arrest.
Stay out of my way.
Listen to me.
Russoti is headed to the Donattelli house.
He's probably already there.
You have to let me go.
You have the right to shut the fuck up!
Mommy.
Damn it. Cops.
- Evening, officers. - Is everything okay in there?
No.
Everything is not okay.
Follow me.
Officer.
Oh, no, you don't.
Well, well, well.
This day was bound to come sooner or later, wasn't it?
Have you heard back from the patrol car?
Soap.
I tried a couple of times. There was no answer.
Listen, we gotta get out of here before more pigs arrive.
- No! - Where is my fucking money?
My husband has a safe upstairs in the bedroom.
I don't know if it's there but I can give you the combination.
10-12-19-65.
Oh, how cute.
Is that your dead husband's birthday?
Let me help you.
- Get him to the station. - You bet.
Let me out.
You know, Frank...
...throwing you a tip now and again is one thing.
Password to the crime database et cetera, but letting you go?
- Soap. - Fine.
How you doing?
Nineteen.
Fuck!
Fuck that...
What was that?
Go check it out.
What the fuck are you waiting for, Christmas?
Now.
You, sit down.
I'm calling this in.
Put your hands behind your back.
Goddamn it, Castle!
Where do you think you're going?
Castle!
I repeat, request immediate backup.
Don't worry, I'm here.
Give me your fucking gun.
Fuck!
Stay right where you fucking are.
We did it, Budiansky, huh?
Would you mind explaining to me...
...how a handcuffed criminal escapes custody...
...from the back of your locked car?
That Castle's a slippery one.
You'll be safe here.
We can manage on our own.
Just until we know Russoti's been arrested.
Grace.
Grace, we're leaving soon, honey.
She's smart.
Go ahead. Open it.
It belonged to my daughter.
Here.
Put that down, honey.
It...
...was Lisa's favorite toy.
She got so angry when her little brother used to hide it from her.
Does she care if I play with it?
No.
You're gonna fry for killing two of my officers, Billy.
- I want a lawyer. - Oh, you'll get your fucking lawyer.
But no lawyer's gonna get you out of this one...
...you ugly piece of shit.
Agent Miller, what are you doing here?
Russoti.
- What's he got to do with the bureau? - The case Donatelli was working on.
He says he's got some intel, he wants to make a deal.
Anyone know where he is right now?
- Brought him into the observation room. - Good.
Yeah?
Captain, Agent Miller from the bureau.
I believe you were informed I'll be taking over this?
This perp killed two of my officers...
...and terrorized the widow and child of one of your agents.
You keep that in mind, Miller.
You're lucky I came to you with this.
That I'm a patriot.
Just like you.
I shit red, white and blue.
The reason you came to me is because you got caught.
So don't insult my intelligence, okay?
You tell me what you know.
If it's any good...
...I'll recommend life without parole.
This deal is going down tonight.
I know when and I know where.
So you're gonna give me and my brother here the immunity...
...and the money...
...or you're gonna have to explain to Wolf fucking Blitzer...
...why you had the lead on the thing that killed half the fucking city...
...and you didn't do a goddamn thing about it.
I'll be right back.
Oh, and Miller?
There's just one other little thing.
Happy?
Go, go, go.
Get them alive.
Homeland Security, put your weapons on the ground.
Do it now!
You're a fucking dead man.
My father will kill you, you hear me?
My father will serve your head on a fucking silver platter.
Walk down to your right.
Stand clear.
Agent Miller.
As agreed.
The other condition of our agreement?
Clear the area.
I hope to God he finds you and you get what you deserve.
- How long was I...? - A long time.
- You should eat. - Grace.
- What is it? - Egg and cheese...
...MREs, that's all I have.
What's an MRE?
Meal ready-to-eat.
Military food. It's great for people who can't cook.
Look, Grace, this one came with Chuckles.
That's the best one to get.
Not exactly a balanced breakfast.
Out of practice.
Not one more step.
- Where's Micro? - His mother isn't feeling well.
- He didn't want to leave her. - Damn it.
I need to talk to him.
This is Carlos.
He's...
...a friend of mine.
He's gonna hang while I take care of some things.
- Hi, Carlos. I'm Grace. - Hey, little girl.
We're gonna be homeys, right?
Yeah, we're gonna be tight.
This will all be over soon.
Then you can go.
Don't go.
I need you alert.
Don't make me regret this.
That was fun.
Now, let's go kill Castle in his miserable hole.
No, not yet.
We're gonna have ourselves a little bit of fun with this.
Next time he has to face us and a fucking army.
Where do we get the army from?
Just like Uncle Sam, bro.
We recruit in troubled neighborhoods.
Offer a hundred grand towards a college education...
...they'll never get and promise nobody ever has to go to Iraq.
Just as long as I get to kill Castle.
Don't worry, brother, you will.
Just making damn sure this time he don't come back breathing.
Here we have garlic, onion...
... a little paprika rub on a rare roast beef.
Hello, sports fans.
And how are you today, my friend?
Run! Get out of here!
Hey.
I axed you a question.
Run!
You don't answer.
Guess I'll have to ax it again.
Here I come.
Good.
Bring them upstairs and meet me back down here.
Let's see if we can talk a few poor bastards into signing up.
Where are they?
I tried. I swear I tried.
Goddamn it.
Don't die on me.
I'm bleeding out.
I've seen this show before.
Shut up, kid.
You're gonna be fine.
It hurts real bad.
Hurts real bad, Frank.
Don't let me die like this, man.
Not like this.
See you in hell.
I see you anywhere near hell...
...I'll kick your ass out.
I haven't seen you in ages, Frank.
Whatever it is, it must be pretty bad.
Maybe I'm just here to see an old friend, Mike.
Yeah, right.
- I haven't seen you since... - The funeral.
I know.
I've been reading about you.
You've been a long a way from the seminary, my friend.
I don't even remember that as part of my life.
Why do you do this?
Somebody has to punish the corrupt.
For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged.
And with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
Matthew...
...7:2.
I'm okay with that.
God be with you, Frank.
Sometimes I'd like to get my hands on God.
Interesting choice for a meeting place.
I didn't take you for a religious man, Castle.
Yeah, well...
- ...an eye for an eye. - If I remember right...
...they're not called the Ten Suggestions.
Russoti's got Angela and Grace.
- How? - Doesn't matter.
Maybe if you'd put them in protective custody like you should have...
...we wouldn't be having this conversation.
They'd be dead.
The law can't touch him, Castle.
Total immunity.
Unless you've got a videotape of Russoti taking them.
We can't even give him a parking ticket.
It's a fucked-up system you're sworn to protect.
Never said it was perfect.
He wants me in exchange for them.
I need you to secure the trade.
Okay...
...but I'm doing this by the book.
What book do you think they're going by, huh?
I took an oath, Castle.
- There are laws. - No official police procedure.
You wanna come along?
Leave your badge at home.
- I have to think about it. - Clock's ticking.
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
Relax.
We're looking for a few good men.
And we'd like to offer you the opportunity to be...
...all that you can be.
Now, we've all suffered loss at the hands of The Punisher.
And because we don't look like everybody else...
...and because we don't act like everybody else...
...nobody does a goddamn thing about it.
Well, I say...
...he ain't the only one who can take the law into his own hands.
So if you're as sick of this cocksucker as I am...
...raise your armies.
You'll be well-paid...
...you'll be well-armed...
...and at the end of it...
...The Punisher will be dead.
Agent Budiansky, just in time for happy hour.
You need to come with me.
Where to?
Your partner Frank Castle needs help.
"Partner" is a little bit of an exaggeration.
How did you know?
Oh, usually, unless you've arrested Houdini...
...a handcuffed criminal does not escape that easily.
You know, you're not as stupid as you...
I didn't say that.
- Who are we looking for? - Cristu's father.
I don't think this is a good idea.
What?
We're looking for Tiberiu. Cristu's father.
- Why? - If I were Tiberiu...
...I'd probably wanna find the man...
...who was responsible for sending my son to prison for the rest of his life.
- And how would you do that? - I'd tell him when and where to find him.
What do you want from it?
I don't like him and I want him taken care of.
No worries, my friend.
All right, lock and load. Lock and load.
- Let's knock him down. - Get ready.
Here they are.
Oh, boy.
Take it easy, James.
He'll be here.
- You get it. - Fuck that, man. You get it.
I'll get it.
- What you looking for? - I'm here to see the Jigsaw.
You're out of luck. No Jigsaw here.
I'm here for The Punisher party.
Who's the old man?
It's Cristu's father.
Old-country genocidal maniac.
Figured he'd stir up a shit storm for us.
Cops will be all over this place once the fireworks start.
I wouldn't worry about that.
I called in a explosives permit.
Construction crew. Said we'd be blasting dynamite all night.
So...
...what's the plan?
I'm going in to get them.
You call that a plan?
It's all I need.
Well, I'm going in with you.
Never took the time to think about where I was headed.
I'm far down that road.
You're not going there.
Thanks, Frank.
You know he's gonna take it out on me when he wakes up.
If you don't hear gunfire for longer than five minutes...
...the girls are not here, set him loose.
Come on, get him. Go, go, go.
Quiet, fool.
It's time.
James, be careful.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Won't be replacing that son of yours any time soon.
Blood in the urine. Early indicator of kidney failure.
You should be seeing double right about now.
That would be a torn meniscus.
- James. - Gun.
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Mom.
- Please, help us. - Shut the fuck up.
Come on, Castle.
Don't be shy.
Throw down your gun.
- Die, you bastard. - No.
James, that's no way to punish The Punisher.
Nice shooter.
Catch.
Let's play a game, what do you say?
You got one round left in there.
You shoot one of these two.
I'll let the other one go free.
What do you say, Frank?
Who's it to be, your fat friend right here?
Or that nice little piece of jail-bait over there?
Burn in hell.
Okay, then they both die.
Frank.
She's a kid.
Shoot me.
Okay, fuck it. Kill her first.
- No. - Stop.
He's made a decision.
Not looking too good for you, fatso.
After three, Castle.
One.
Two.
You won't feel a thing, Micro.
Three.
God...
Frank.
Get out.
Fuck you.
Let me put you out of my misery.
This is just the beginning.
You okay?
- Where's Castle? - Still inside.
And Micro?
Frank.
Frank, are you okay?
You better get out of here.
Yeah. Come on, Frank, I'll buy you a drink.
Wait.
My husband...
...Nicky.
We talked about you.
Argued about you.
He said you were one of the good guys.
You know, buddy.
Maybe it's time to quit now, huh?
I mean, you must get tired of this, right?
And I think you got all the criminals in town.
If there are any left...
...they ought to at least consider rehabilitation.
I mean, contrary to popular belief, people can change.
I guess what I'm saying is...
...I'm just personally not a fan of the death penalty.
Frank?
Where did he go?
Hey.
Give me your fucking wallet, motherfucker.
You're kidding, right?
Do I look like I'm fucking kidding?
Frank.
Give me your wallet.
- Frank. - Do you wanna die?
For the last time, give me your wallet.
Oh, God. Now I've got brain splattered all over me.