Apputed boss Baltano Chessarate once again avoided presence,
when a mistrial was decleared today, begins his week-long recope execution.
Allegedly responsible for over 200 murders
Chessarate hasn't yet to spend one day behind bars.
Mr. Eugene Gordlock, the witness,
who had repeatedly ask the judge to be recused from the case,
was gunned down just a few hours earlier.
We have the opportunity...
Punisher WarZone
They ran off, and are running on, my dear sweeties in the way...
These words are from the grieving women,
that's all alone, the city was outraged by those sad stories.
No concrete evidence was found. Now that Gordlock is dead...
Do I fix your make-up for you?
Come on.
You know so, the captain should have sent me out here with thirty or forty man to erase these
bloody get out of the joke party.
Instead of I'm stuck here with you.
Well, he might come out tonight.
As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure he is gonna show up.
And what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna bring him in.
You know, you kill me so, let's just say if you can make this happen!
Why would you?
He does to those bastard with the mean you can only find the size about.
- Hey, keep your nose clean. - Yeah, sure thing, pops.
Hey. Can not we just take it easy in there, ok?
Nicky. What am I gonna do?
Give the old guy a heart attack?
Well, I'm Billy.
Give me a monent alone.
You handled the witness situation
perfectly.
No sweat, Uncle Jimmy.
You look great.
Here I do, I shit on that bedpan, for Christ's sake.
So you're on a trip to the king, right?
You came to discuss this private matter?
- Don't look the dark. - Right here, Cristu Bulat.
That idlot is a sick fucker. Flash out the boat.
Cristu is bringing it to shipment.
He needs a safe port.
I've arranged my customers guy Simmons to be on that night.
You and boys could roll that cast ten millions,
and we won't break a sweat.
Ten millions? - What the fuck's in Cristu's ship? - I don't know
- Somekind of biological package! - Biological package!
I fucking knew it!
Probably go up to Rececks and the Queens.
Christu has guaranteed he is leaving the city.
We don't touch that kind of shit!
In case your memory is going along with your waste body functions.
You might like to remember, I'm the top eanrer around here!
I'm not stupid. Stupid?
You are a shit as crazy as your brother Looney Bin Jim.
I should've had both of you locked away!
One more word about my brother, I swear to Christ up...
You know what, you make one move and you are going to be fucked!
Hey, let's just all calm down here, ok?
Now put on the biggest feast out there!
So come on boys!
Eat up with!
We're not fucking eating with that old shit bag, you understand?
Pittse, pull me a drink!
Right that, right that!
Hey, what is so fuck?
What's that skeleton?
Let's go.
- Alright, let's put up. - Should we wait for back up?
Police! Freeze!
Listen, Russoti's getting away.
Silver Rover!
You might want to head down to the docks first.
Shit! That hurts!
What happened to you?
Your Punisher, he did saw me and held me a gun point then stole my damn ride.
And where the hell were you huh?
I know he would come. Hey, let me get your statement.
Come on, Saffiotti, tell me everything, tell me that...
How did it go down? Huh?
And I'm sorry about your famliy.
Oh, well, maybe it's blessing in disguise!
It is time for me to take over anyway. Thanks to the Punisher!
I don't even get my fucking hands dirty!
There's your boss, dude!
- What fuck's he doing here? - Relax!
I ask him to come!
My man! How are you doing?
Who are fuck these fellows?
These are a couple of my colleagues.
They are very very...
gifted than every man. No mountain too high, no river
too deep!
Alright, alright, alright... enough!
Pittse, get me some money!
Time to go to work!
We are in a little low, bos.
You just pick up two hundred thousand cash from construction sites.
We had lent that to Pusck Catlange.
Like you told me, remember?
Well bring it back, tomrrow. You got it, boss.
Here, 20 rolls of hundreds. It's a grand each, all counted. Head for the port,
do your monkey things, get over the security sequence and hand out the money!
Oh, where the fuck are you going?
Would it be alright if I take the roof instead of the door?
Whatever!
You are a fucking saint!
Hey, what's the matter?
Fuck!
What the fuck with that?
Agent down! Repeat, agent down! Fuck!
I'll check it out, boss.
Pops! No, I'll take care of it.
Take the guys!
Pittse!
Fuck! Fuck you, asshole!
Come on, Franks!
Fuck you, Frank! Fuck you...
Pittse! Pittse! Pittse! Auh!
Help me! Help me!
There he is!
FBI, drop your weapons!
Oh! Shit! Shit!
Team Two upstairs, Team One on me!
Don't move!
FBI FBI! Put your weapons down!
We got a live one.
Billy, the butte!
Not any more, huh?
Wait a minute.
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 hear him.
He knows what we are made. He remembers that we are dust.
As for us, our days are like grass.
We flower like the flower in 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.
You compromised Donatelli.
Calm down, Budiansky. It wasn't anybody fault.
None of us can forsee that Frank Castle opening a poping door and get involved...
Come on!
Look! Donatelli sent us a message.
He said something big was gonna happen.
He asked for homeland security. We've been running 24 hours surveillance on Russoti,
and just we were about to find out what the fuck is happening
Donatelli got shot. Believe me!
No one is more pissed off about that than I am!
How was it were not all over Frank Castle?
Because we have real national security threaten. At the last time I checked,
that top's trying to fix unto some crazy landy.
Go!
Hey!
I'm gonna get this guy in jail.
I promise you.
I heard Bureau was sending a baby sitter?
- These are some. - What a use of force!
Still don't know what that word means.
We have certain ways in doing things around here, special agent Budiansky.
Like leaving mass-murderous man free?
4 years, the Punisher has been making happen.
And you haven't once caught him in!
I was deeply ashamed around here, as you can plainly see.
Your buddies from the Bureau told me the city in under some kind of terror threat.
New Yorkers have been sensitive about that. If you know what I mean.
I got all my men trying to find out what your leave collegue to came across when he went on there.
Maybe you fear to allow lonely cops in your undercover operation once in a while,
all of these could've been avoided.
With all due respect, Captain, that,
is bullshit!
What if it'd been your man lying there? huh?
And pool of in the blood?
You crispy queen mother fuckers will be pinned down every door in the city.
Captain! Captain! You know what?
The Punisher Task Force could use the extra man.
Room Twelve!
The basement!
Ah, Agent Budiansky, I get that right?
Captian told me you are coming in.
Welcome to the Punisher Task Force.
I'm Detective Martin Soap, pleasure.
- Make yourself at home. - You have a degree in psychology.
Surprised? That's Ok, most people have.
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 fitted his profile.
And I collected intelligence and 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 picnic.
And by chance or all fate, depending on which you believe in,
they witnessed Marb exercution
when they were dicovered.
But Castle survived.
Since then, he's been taking down one crime family after another.
Oh, I'm really close, Budiansky.
I think what gets in my way is some bad luck.
But I have a feeling that's about to change.
I've been waiting for someone like you.
Take a look at some of the case files.
Get a lay of hand. I'll get you some pies from Melanos, best pizza in the city.
- Which drawer? - What?
The index of Punisher murders.
All of them.
What did you want, Micro?
You've heard that Johadiblocker.com?
The push is a warm had to be warrior take the crap
in the cave next to Bin Laden. If you can screw couple of luck for...
What did you want?
I'm a senior one.
Brought you some treats. It is gun shows up in Virginia.
No back group checks, no problems.
That too much Frank.
Call it a retirement package.
Look I know this thing's a fact that is eating you up inside, but it doesn't mean you packed up your tent.
We all make the mistakes, Frank!
You are fighting a war against the assholes,
who slip through the arranged rules, who get away with it.
And any war has clatter or damage, you know that.
Clatter or damage?
I killed an agent in the field. One of the good guys.
He had family.
You did't know.
I fucked up, Micro!
Now please! Just leave me alone!
Where the fuck's Nicky?
- He ah... He didn't make it. - Nicky was a fucking rat
for the Fed's.
What about my money?
I weren't told the place where it's torn apart.
Nor sign of the deposit key or nothing!
Has he got any next kin?
Somebody to carry on the family name?
People say something about a wife and a little girl.
- Good. Let's move there. - Yeah.
Hey, Doc! Where have you been?
My pleasure to see you!
- Hi, Billy. - Should we see the fucking black shows of the clinic.
Must have bought that fucking medical degrees from the Internet!
How the hell did I hear about free clinic?
The insurance said I miss the payment.
Can you fucking believe that?
Ok, before we do this, I need you understand.
The severity of injuries when you arrived here,
theoratically speaking, you shouldn't be able to survive this.
That's why I am here, Doc.
I have the best plastic surgeon in all of New York.
Your facial mussles, tendons, bone structure, everything was destroyed.
There wasn't a single square of skin that
left intact.
Just take it off already.
OK, let's do this!
Now I need you sit forward.
Alright.
Ok!
I need you place this out of replace.
Maybe this is a little bit of horsehide ...
... A little bit of what?
I need to talk to my doctor alone.
Yeah, yeah, of course, Billy.
What the fuck's the matter with you?
Can't fuck control yourself.
You know how sensitive about his lost...
- Sorry Pops, it's just... If you haven't seen anything so... - Just shut the fuck up!
You OK, boss?
Much better, thanks.
I'll be in the court.
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.
Well...
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.
- Looney Bin Jim? - Shut the fuck up.
His name is James.
Not Looney 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.
How are we doing today, Looney Bin Jim?
Yummy yummy.
So good.
What?
Got an ambassador. Open up.
Yes, doctor.
Billy?
Is that you?
It is.
You look fantastic, brother.
Ink, cut these off. Now.
Pittse, go open the door, we'll assault.
We need everybody out at the front door.
Sure thing, Billy... Jigsaw.
I'll take care of this guy.
Oh no brother. Fatso is mine.
Of course.
I'm gonna get my apple sauce back.
Did you know...
kidneys and apple sauce are a delicacy in Sweden?
Did you know that? Yes.
Yummy yummy yummy, my tummy tummy tummy.
Well, you see, boss,
this still can come in handy.
What for?
In case in the future, when he is not feeling so good.
He's doing just great.
You're in my light.
For the next time someone gets in your light...
Step fuck away from my little girl.
- Mom! That's a tacked word. - Go inside, Grace.
You're messing with the wrong family on the wrong day, asshole.
You... You are...
What are you doing here?
What makes you think you can come here?
- You scared the girl. - Shut up.
Just shut your mouth.
- I'm sorry. - I said shut up.
What's this?
- Something to help out. - No.
No, you don't care to do that.
You don't get to shoot my husband in cold blood...
and did stuff with the ATM.
It's for your daughter.
This is what you deserve.
What you did to Nicky...
Who punishes you?
He taught you how to shoot.
Good agent keeps his family safe.
He couldn't always be here.
Took you out to the range.
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.
Take it.
- The Sebous. - Yeah.
Nice brother.
Is it yours?
Not yet.
Old Chessarate 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 OK and see my reflection somewhere...
I look horrible.
What has he done to me?
Oh no... 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.
Such a delineate.
You're not in Transylvania anymore Cristu.
We don't talk that private.
It's Russian, volage.
My men 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.
Or you'll what?
Enough!
The Punisher's my problem.
Docks are mine.
My looks have nothing to do with this.
Everybody.
From local security to International Customs is in my pocket.
Quite frankly, this job doesn't get done without me.
What else for the problem?
It's concise. And he wanted me to dig it.
Sure thing now.
Shit!
My most sincere apologies.
My father always say never insult your host.
Sounds like a reasonable man.
You don't know my father.
Three days.
There have to be 12 million.
- Maybe when you get it all done? - We both know,
that this biological shit you're bringing in isn't leaving the city.
You're selling it to the Rececks and Queens.
Ports have been crawling with suits from homeland.
And it take a lot to pay to keep it quiet.
I 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.
It is a regular hard boy.
- Fuck you, cracker. - Language.
It's a genius racket.
You know how the cops always run the guns by backs?
Except they never work.
Because one banner is gonna trust the cop, right?
Well, these drive by whack jobs, they just love Carlos here.
That with one look at that Ink, and they know he's for real.
We get the guns off the streets to you.
Never seen a banger look to quit. Too fucking stupid.
He's straight, Frank.
Hey mom! Frank's here. He says eat up.
How is she doing?
Yeah well...
As long as she 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 I'm going out of town for a while.
Out of town?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I never thought of the Punisher, you know 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 might know they got nothing on him.
Their hands are tied.
This is when 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 happened to
Mrs. Donatelli and her daughter?
Because 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?
3, 2, 1 3£¬2£¬1
Russoti is the last one.
Then I'm done. For your own lips to God's ears.
You know where I can find him.
I don't have a fix on him.
You wiped out all of his associates that are known to me.
I saw him with some new guys. The leader was black.
Dreadlocks.
There's some kind of acrobatic stuff over the roofs.
That's Maginty and his urban free flow gang.
He's a mean motherfucker.
He's on a constant methy.
Well, come on.
You want to 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 to see Castle.
- Where do I find him? - Brats, you know.
He just left.
Wai... wai... wai... wait...
You know what I like to do.
I like to sit in my car and listen to CB Radio and follow the crime.
I might just run into him.
But there's no work for me in five years.
But I'm not the luckiest guy in the planet, you know.
Let's go through the back door.
Maginty and his boys are planning to... hit the convenient store on 45th in a second.
Suspects are armed and dangerous.
I repeat. Suspects are armed and dangerous.
Let's do this.
Really?
Just drive the car.
Come on! Run!
Oh, fuck.
Please. Please.
Don't kill me.
Russoti, where is he?
Yeah Jigsaw, I was just with him.
He was suppose to give us some dope for a job.
But time's up
he don't have it anymore.
He forgot he have a whole budget to give or he'd be like a bastard.
So you wanna go see him, you tell him this.
Well you bitch. Take your part.
Something for something. Mr. Punisher, sir.
So when did Donatelli go undercover?
We were partners in that cart.
Unfortunately,
most of the bill we confiscated.
Ended up in my mouth.
Until my friends tried to get Nicky and make me out.
He wouldn't.
So they sent him undercover.
He's dead because of me.
So you still skin your lobes?
No. That's in the past.
- Holy shit! - Shit!
I'm on the grab. Meet me on the other side.
Mommy.
Boo.
Hello, Mrs. Donatelli.
How about calling youself Miss from now on?
What do you want from us?
Looking for my money,
which your rat envy husband stole from me.
But we don't have it. I swear to God.
How about you, sweet cheeks?
Would you also like to swear on your imaginery friend?
Make sure they don't move.
- I'll look for the money. - Come here kid.
Freeze, asshole.
You're under arrest.
Stay out of my way.
Listen to me.
Russoti is heading to the Donatelli house.
He's probably already there.
You'll have to let me go.
You have the right to shut the fuck up.
Mommy.
Damn man, cops.
Evening, officers.
Is everything OK in there?
No. Everything is not OK. Follow me.
Officer.
No... 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...
Oh... I tried it a couple times.
There was no answer.
Listen.
We gotta get out of here before more pigs arrive.
- No! - Where is my fuck 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.
10-12-1965 10-12-1965
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.
You're throwing your tip to no one against one thing.
Password to the crime database is sure.
But letting you go...Soap?
Fine.
How are you doing?
19.
Fuck.
What was that?
Go check it out.
What the fuck you waiting for? Christmas?
Now.
- Hey! - You sit down.
I'm calling this in.
Put your hands behind your back.
Fuck that! You asshole!
Where do you think you're going?
Castle!
I repeat, request immediate back up.
Don't worry. I'm here.
Give me your fucking gun.
Stay right where you fucking are.
We did it. Budiansky. Huh?
You mind explain it to me...
how a handcuffed criminal escaped custody from the back of your locked car?
The Castle was 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.
Wow!
Put that down, honey.
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 gonna fry for killing two of my officers.
- I want a lawyer. - Go get your fucking lawyer.
No lawyer is gonna get you out of this one.
Like a piece of shit.
Agent Miller. What are you doing here?
Russoti.
What's he gotta do with the Bureau?
Pierre's gonna tell you what he's working on.
He says he got some intel he wants to make a deal.
Anyone know where he is right now?
Just brought him into the observation room.
Good.
Yeah.
Cameraz. Agent Miller with the Bureau.
I believe you've been informed we're taking over this.
This perk 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 that's all I want, the intelligence, OK?
You tell me what you know.
If it isn't any good,
You'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 the immunity and the money.
Or you're gonna have to explain to Walt fucking Witzer.
Why you had a lead on the thing that killed half of the fucking city,
and you didn't do a goddamn thing about it.
I'll be right back.
Oh, and Miller.
Just one other little thing.
Wow.
Happy?
Go, go, go, go, go!
Put your guns on the ground. Do it now.
- Go down! - Shit! You bastard.
You're a fucking dead man.
My father will kill you. Hear me?
My father said you own him the fucking silver plate!
Agent Miller.
It's agreed.
The other condition of our agreement?
Clear the area.
I hope when the guy finds you, you'll get what you deserve.
How long was I...
A long time.
You should eat.
- Yuck! - Grace.
What is it?
Egg and cheese and oris.
That's all I have.
What's the name oris?
Meal. Ready-to-eat.
Military food.
It's great for people who can't cook.
Look, Grace. This is gonna come with chuckles.
It's the best one I get.
Not exactly a balanced breakfast.
Out of practise.
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 darling.
We're gonna be homies, right?
Yeah. we're gonna be tidy.
This all will 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 and his miserable whore.
No, not yet.
We're gonna have ourselves a little great fun with this.
Next time they guys gotta face us and a fucking army.
Where do we get the army from?
Just like golden Sam, bro.
We recruit in troubled neighbourhoods.
Offer a hundred grand towards a college education you'll never get.
Promise nobody's never asked 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.
You know what is donut? You know what is donut?
Boo.
Hello, swivel's dance.
How are you today, my friend?
Run! Get out of here!
- Hey! I asked you a question. - Run!
Wrong answer.
Guess I'll have to ask it again.
Here I come.
Good.
Bring him upstairs.
Bring him back down here.
I'll see if we can talk a few poor bastards into signing up.
Where are they?
I tried, I swear I tried.
God damn it! Don't die on me.
What do we do now?
I see him shooting for her.
Shut up, kid. You're gonna be fine.
The hurt is real bad. Hurt is real bad, Frank.
Don't let me die on this, man.
Not like this.
See you in hell.
I see you anywhere near hell, I'll kick your ass up.
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, Micro.
Yeah, you're right. I haven't seen you since...The funeral.
I know.
I've been reading about you.
You've been a long way from the seminary, my friend.
I don't even remember that is a part of my life.
Why do you do this?
Somebody has to punish the corrupt.
For the same way you judge others, you will be judged.
And with the measure you use here will be measured to you.
Matthew. 72.
I'm OK with that.
God will be with you, Frank.
Sometimes I'd like to get my hands on God.
Interesting place for a meeting place.
Didn't take you for a religious man, Castle.
Yeah, well. An eye for an eye.
If I remember right, I'll call to attend your suggestions.
Besides he's got Angela and Grace.
- How? - Doesn't matter.
Or maybe if you put her in protective custody like you should have,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
They will be dead.
A locking touch, Castle.
Told you in community.
Unless you get a video tape to say that Russoli take them...
... can't even give him a parking ticket.
It is a fucked up system that you're sworn to protect.
I never said it was perfect.
He wants me to exchange for them.
I need you to secure the trade.
OK.
I'm on this private poke.
Where do you think they're going by, huh?
I took them host, Castle.
- We're lost. - 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 the 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 war 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.
Hey, it's the Booty Ansky.
Just in time for happy hour.
You need to come with me.
Where to?
Your partner, Frank Castle.
He needs help.
Partner is a little bit exaggeration there.
How did you know?
Hun, usually even if I have 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? Mr. Farm.
I don't think this is a good idea.
What?
We're looking for Tiberia. Cristu's father.
Who are you?
If I were to burial,
I'd probably wanna find the man who... was responsible for sending my son to prison,
and for the rest of his life.
And how would you do that?
I tell you when and where to find him.
What do you want from me?
I don't like him. I want him taken care of.
No worries, my friend.
Here they are.
Oh boy!
Take it easy, James. He'll be here.
- You get it! - Fuck down, you get it!
I'll get it.
Who are you looking for?
- I'm here to see the Jigsaw. - You have no luck. No Jigsaw here.
I'm here, for the punisher, buddy.
- Who is the old man? - This is Cristu's father.
Old country genocidal maniac.
Figured him stirred a shit storm for us.
Cops will be all over this place once the fireworks start.
We won't worry about that. I called an ER and the explosive department,
construction crew... Everything would be blessing dynamic 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 fight down for glory!
And you're not going there.
Oh Jesus! Thanks, Frank!
You know he's gonna take it out on me when he wakes up?
If you don't hear gun fire... for long in the five minutes...
... the girl is not here!
Set the minutes!
Hit target!
James, be careful.
Oh, for fuck sake!
You won't be replacing that son of yours any time soon...
Blood in the urine? Early in the decade of kidney failure...
You should be seen in double right about now.
That would be a tough...
James!
Gun!
Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!
- Please, help us! - Shut the fuck up!
Frank Castle, don't be shame.
Put down your gun!
- Die, you bastard. - No, James,
That's not the way to punish the punisher.
Nice shooter!
Catch, let's play a game! What do you say?
You got one run when it's in end.
You shot one of these two, I'll let you other one go free.
What did you say, Frank?
Who is that one, the fat friend right here?
Or that nice little Grace over there?
- Burn the hell! - OK. And they both die.
Frank!
She is a kid. She'll make it.
- OK, fucking, kill her first! - No!
Stop!
He has made the decision.
Now look to come for you, fatso.
After three, Castle. One...
2 Two...
You won't be slim, Micro.
3 Three!
God!
Frank!
Get out!
Fuck you!
Let me put you out of the miserable!
This is just the beginning!
You're OK?
- Where is Castle? - Still inside.
And Micro?
Frank. Frank. Are you OK?
We'd better get out of here!
Yeah, come on. I'll buy you a drink!
Wait! Wait!
My husband Nicky... We talked about you.
... argued about you.
He said you are one of the good guys.
Nobody... Maybe it's time to quit now?
I mean you must get tired of this, right?
I think you get all the criminals out of the town.
If they already left, it at least needs to consider reapplication.
I mean... can't try to popular believe people can change.
Just wanna saying is... I'm just a person in other family that else...
Frank?
Where did he go?
Oh hey, give me a fucking wallet motherfucker!
- Kidding right? - Do I look like fucking kidding?
Give me your wallet!
Frank?
Do you wanna die?
The last time. Give me your wallet!