MAN 1 [ON TV]: First and 10 on the New York 2.
Malone hands off for a one-yard gain.
MAN 2: Can't establish their running game because Washington...
MAN 3: God will help you.
WOMAN 1: God owes me a quarter pound.
WOMAN 2: Mince and mash the garlic into a paste.
WOMAN 3: I seek...
WOMAN 4: Go, Buster, go!
MAN 4: - 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.
MAN: 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...
[♪]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GASPS]
Do I fix your makeup for you?
MAN 1: What?
MAN 2: Here's Billy the Beaut.
MAN 3: You know, Soap,
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 pretty sure he's gonna show up.
And, uh, what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna bring him in.
[LAUGHS]
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.
[SNIFFS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey.
Look, you know, it's just, um...
Take it easy in there, okay?
Nicky, what am I gonna do?
Give the old guy a heart attack?
[KNOCKS]
Go on, beat it.
MAN [ITALIAN ACCENT]: 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?
CESARE: 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.
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.
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 along with your rest bodily functions
you might like to remember I'm the top earner around 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...
[GUNS COCKING] You'll what?
You make one move, you greasy fuck.
Hey, let's just all calm down here, okay?
I put out a big spread out here,
so come on, boys, eat up.
[♪]
We're not fucking eating with the old shitbag, you understand?
Pittsy, pour me a drink.
[♪]
[GRUNTS]
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
How you doing? [SPEAKING ITALIAN]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[CESARE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
[SPEAKING ITALIAN]
MAN: What the fuck?
WOMAN: What is this?
MAN: Pittsy!
[GASPS]
[NECK BREAKS]
[SHOUTING]
[CRACKS] [GRUNTS]
[♪]
[GUNSHOTS]
Let's go.
[SHOUTING]
[GUNSHOT] [GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[YELPS]
[GRUNTS]
All right, let's split up.
Well, shouldn't we wait for backup?
[SNIFFING]
Police! Freeze!
Listen, Billy Russoti's getting away. Silver Rover.
You might wanna head down to the docks first.
[SIRENS WAILING DISTANTLY]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GRUNTS]
Shit, that hurts.
What happened to you?
Your Punisher.
He disarmed me, held me at gunpoint,
then he stole our damn ride.
And where the hell were you, huh?
I knew he would come.
Hey, let me get your statement.
Come on, Saffiotti, tell me everything I...
How'd it go down, huh? Huh?
[♪]
[DOOR BUZZES]
[SNIFFING]
[BONE CRACKS]
[GRUNTS]
[SNIFFS]
[PENDULUM'S "SHOWDOWN" PLAYING]
Come on, move your arse.
[BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[LAUGHING]
♪ I know you thought I sold my soul ♪
MAN: Right!
[LAUGHING]
♪ I just had to leave you go ♪
♪ To blow this shit away! ♪
[LAUGHS]
MAN [ON TAPE]: I'm real sorry about your family, Bill.
BILLY: Oh, well, maybe it's a blessing in disguise.
MAN: What?
It was time for me to take over anyway.
Thanks to The Punisher,
won't even get my fucking hands dirty.
[CHUCKLES]
MAN: Here's your boss, then.
What the fuck's he doing here?
Relax. I asked him to come.
Ah, 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.
[CHUCKLES]
All right, all right, all right, enough.
Pittsy, get me some money.
Time to go to work.
Running a little low, boss.
We just 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 monkey thing,
get over the security fence, hand out the money.
Oh! Where the fuck are you going?
Um, would it be all right
if I took the roof instead of the door?
Whatever.
You're a fucking saint.
[LAUGHING]
[CHEERING]
[LAUGHING]
[♪]
[GRUNTS]
Hey, what's the matter?
[LOUD CLANG]
[TOILET FLUSHES]
[GRUNTS]
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck was that?
Agent down. Repeat, agent down. Fuck.
I'll check it out, boss.
[GRUNTS]
Pops! No. I'll take care of it.
You get the guards.
Pittsy!
[GASPING WEAKLY]
[SHOUTING]
[GLASS BREAKING]
Fuck, you bastard. Fuck.
Fuck you, Castle!
[BILLY SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Come on, Castle!
[MACHINE WHIRRING]
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!
[SCREAMS]
There he is!
MAN: Move! Move! Move!
Up there! Move!
[YELPS]
Up there!
[GRUNTS]
MAN: Fuck!
[BULLETS RICOCHET]
MAN: Up there!
[MAN SHOUTING]
[BILLY SCREAMING]
[PANTING]
[GUNSHOTS]
MAN: FBI. Drop your weapons.
Oh, shit. Shit.
You two, up the stairs. Team 1, on me.
Don't move!
MAN: FBI! Put your weapons down.
[♪]
[TRAIN RUMBLING]
We got a live one!
MAN 1: Take care of those five yards in every direction.
Billy the Beaut.
MAN 2: Yo, you say Billy the Beaut?
[GROANING] Not anymore, huh?
MAN 2: Bring him down, maybe he'll live.
Wait a minute.
MAN [ON RADIO]: Repeat, Nicholas Donatelli Jr.
Reach Donatelli's family. Can you ask Miller if, uh...?
MAN: 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.
[SNIFFS]
[♪]
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
[SIGHS]
Who compromised Donatelli?
Calm down, Budiansky. It wasn't anybody's fault.
None of us could foresee Frank Castle
opening up hunting season on La Cosa Nostra.
Come on.
All right, look,
Donatelli sent us a message.
He said something big was gonna happen.
He asked for Homeland Security.
We've been running 24-hour surveillance on Russoti.
And just as we were about to find out what the fuck is happening,
Donatelli got shot.
Believe me,
no one's 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.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
Hey.
I'm gonna get this guy, Angie. I promise you.
[SOBS]
[♪]
[SPITS]
[GUNSHOTS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
Frank.
[CHATTING INDISTINCTLY]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
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 around 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 all my men trying to find out
what your late colleague came across when he went under.
Maybe if you feds allowed us lowly cops
in on your undercover operations once in a while,
all of this could have been avoided.
With all due respect, captain,
that is bullshit.
[CHATTER STOPS]
What if it had been your man lying there, huh?
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, uh, Punisher Task Force, uh, could use an extra man.
Hm.
Room 12.
The basement.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[BOTH LAUGH]
Ah, Agent, uh, 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? - Mm-hm.
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 o-or fate,
depending on which you believe in,
they witnessed a mob execution.
When they were discovered...
[SLIDE REEL CLICKS]
But Castle survived.
And since then,
he's been taking down
one crime family after another.
I'm... 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 'em.
[♪]
[SIGHS]
[DOOR OPENS]
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.
Look, I know this thing with the fed
is eating you up inside,
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.
[SIGHS]
I fucked up, Micro.
Now, please.
Just leave me alone.
BILLY: Where the fuck's Nicky?
He, uh,
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 that carry on the family name?
Yeah.
Papers said something about a wife and a little girl.
Good.
Let's look there.
You got it. [DOOR OPENS]
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 the heck did you end up at a free clinic?
Insurance said I missed a payment.
Can you fucking believe that?
Okay. Um, look, before we do this,
I need you to understand
the severity of your injuries when you arrived here.
Y-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. Uh, let's do this.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I'm gonna, uh, need you to sit forward a little bit.
All right.
Okay.
Polymers...
...a couple of strategically placed alloy plates...
...and just a little bit of horse hide.
BILLY: A little bit of what?
[GAGS]
[VOMITS]
[GASPS QUIETLY]
I need to talk to my doctor alone.
Yeah. Yeah, of course, Billy.
Uh...
The fuck's the matter with you? You can't control yourself?
You know how sensitive he is about his looks.
I'm sorry, Pops, it's just, I've...
Have you ever seen anything so...?
Just shut the fuck up.
[♪]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
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...? 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.
[CHOKED] 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.
[BELL RINGS]
[CHILDREN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]
[♪]
[INAUDIBLE]
[WOMAN MOANING]
[WOMEN SCREAMING]
WOMAN: That's mine.
Hey, Billy, I'm talking to you.
[MAN LAUGHING INSANELY]
MAN: Daddy!
[MEN HOWLING]
How are we doing today, Loony Bin Jim?
Mm.
Yummy, yummy.
So good.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
What?
MAN: Dr. Basner, open up.
Yes, doctor.
[BONES CRACK]
Billy?
Is that you?
It is.
You look fantastic, brother.
Ink, cut these off, now.
[SWITCHBLADE POPS OPEN]
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...
[SNIFFS] ...kidneys and applesauce
are a delicacy in Sweden?
Did you know that?
Yes.
Yummy, yummy, yummy in my tummy, tummy, tummy.
[HOWLS]
[LAUGHING]
[SCREAMING] [WET TEARING SOUNDS]
Uh, what do you say, boss?
Uh, stuff might come in handy.
What for?
Well, uh, in case he starts, you know, not feeling so good.
[GROWLING]
I think he's doing just great.
[GROWLING]
Psst.
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.
Just 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...
[SIGHS]
Who punishes you?
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
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.
GRACE: I can't find my red pen.
Mom, I need it.
Take it.
[♪]
[POLICE SIRENS BLARING DISTANTLY]
PITTSY: 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.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
What's the matter, Billy?
Just when I think I'm okay, I...
I see my reflection somewhere
and I look horrible.
No.
What has he done to me?
Oh. [CRIES]
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.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[JUSTICE'S "GENESIS" PLAYING]
[SCREAMS]
[LAUGHING]
[GROANING]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
You're not in Transylvania anymore, Cristu.
We don't talk vampire.
It's Russian.
[SPEAKS 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.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
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.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
[SPITS]
[WHEEZING]
[LAUGHING]
[GUNS COCKING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
My most sincere apologies.
My father'd 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.
[SIREN WAILING DISTANTLY]
[WOMAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
[DOOR BUZZES]
Latin Kings.
MICRO: 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 are running 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?
[SNICKERS]
[SNORTS]
I'm sorry. Frank, I...
I never thought of, uh, 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 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.
Want me to tell you when something happens
to Mrs. Donatelli and her daughter?
'Cause 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.
[♪]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[AIR HISSES]
Pull a couple of Berettas.
For what?
Three,
two,
one.
Russoti's 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.
[BOTH COCK]
CARLOS: 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, 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, you know?
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Let's go through the back door.
[RUSTLING AND GLASS SHATTERING]
[MACHINES OF LOVING GRACE'S "BUTTERFLY WINGS" PLAYING]
[YELPS]
Maginty and his boys are planning to hit
a convenience store on 45th and 2nd.
[ALARMS BLARING, MEN LAUGHING]
[ALL WHOOPING]
[LAUGHING]
DISPATCHER [ON RADIO]: Suspects are armed and dangerous.
I repeat, suspects are armed and dangerous.
Let's do this.
Really?
Just drive the car.
[RISE AGAINST'S "HISTORIA CALAMITATUM" PLAYING]
Come on. Come on.
Yee-ha! Whoo!
♪ Our time has almost come ♪
[LAUGHING]
♪ Can there be a place To call our own? ♪
[SCREAMING]
♪ Can there be a road ♪
[LAUGHS]
♪ That takes us home? ♪
[♪]
[GUNSHOT]
Oh, fuck.
[SCREAMING]
[BODY THUDS]
Please. 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...
[CROAKS]
...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.
SOAP: So when did Donatelli go undercover?
PAUL: 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!
[GURGLING]
Drive around, meet me on the other side.
[♪]
Mommy.
Boo.
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.
But we don't have it, I swear to God.
How about you, sweetcheeks?
Would you also like to swear on an imaginary friend?
[WHIMPERS]
Make sure they don't move.
We'll look for the money.
Come here, kid.
Freeze, asshole!
You're under arrest.
Stay out of my way.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[COUGHING]
Listen to me.
Russoti is heading to the Donatelli house.
He's probably already there.
You have to let me go.
You have the right to shut the fuck up!
[GRUNTING]
Mommy.
[FURNITURE CRASHING]
[SNICKERING]
Damn it.
Cops.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Evening, officers.
Is everything okay in there?
No.
Everything is not okay.
Follow me.
Officer.
Oh, no, you don't.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Aw. [CHORTLING]
[GRUNTS]
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
Well, well, well.
This day was bound to come sooner or later, wasn't it?
Have you heard back from the patrol car?
Soap. - Hm?
Oh, I tried a couple of times. There was no answer.
Fuck.
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?
[LAUGHS]
Let me help you.
Get him to the station.
SOAP: You bet.
[DOOR OPENS]
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.
[SIGHS] Fine.
[GUN COCKS]
How you doing?
[GUN CLATTERS]
[JIM SNICKERING]
JIGSAW: Nineteen.
Fuck.
Fuck!
[GROWLS] [LAUGHS]
Fuck it!
[CRASHING AND GLASS SHATTERING]
[GRACE WHIMPERING]
[GLASS BREAKING]
What was that?
Go check it out.
[GLASS BREAKING]
What the fuck are you waiting for, Christmas?
[GRUNTING]
Now, you, sit down.
BUDIANSKY: I'm calling this in.
Put your hands behind your back.
Goddamn it, Castle!
Where do you think you're going?
Castle! [GUNSHOTS]
I repeat, request immediate backup.
Don't worry, I'm here.
Give me your fucking gun.
Fuck!
[GRUNTS]
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.
Oh, Grace.
Grace, we're leaving soon, honey.
She's smart.
Go ahead. Open it.
[SIGHS]
It, um, belonged to my daughter.
Here.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING LULLABY]
Wow.
Put that down, honey.
It was, um, 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.
[SIRENS WAILING DISTANTLY]
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
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.
[SNICKERING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
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?
Just brought him into the observation room.
Good.
Yeah?
Captain Ross, Agent Miller from the bureau.
I believe you've been 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.
But then, I'm a patriot.
Just like you.
I shit red, white and blue.
The reason you came to me is 'cause 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.
Meow!
I'll be right back.
Oh, and Miller?
There's just one other little thing.
[♪]
Wow.
Happy?
[DOOR BUZZES]
MAN 1: Go, go, go, go, go.
MAN 2: Get 'em alive.
MAN 3: Homeland Security, put your weapons on the ground.
Do it now! [SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
You're a fucking dead man.
My father will kill you, hear me?
My father will serve your head on fucking silver platter.
MAN 4: Walk down to your right.
Heh-heh!
MAN 5: 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.
Ooh. How long was I...?
A long time. You should eat.
Yuck! - Grace.
What is it?
Egg and cheese MREs.
It'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, um, the best one to get.
Not exactly a balanced breakfast.
Out of practice.
[METAL CLATTERING]
[GUN COCKS]
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, uh, 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?
Ha-ha! 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.
[SEETHER'S "FALLEN" PLAYING OVER RADIO]
♪ She's wearing dresses On the borderline ♪
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.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
[♪]
[GUN COCKS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV]
WOMAN [ON TV]: Here we have garlic, onion,
a little paprika rub on a rare roast beef.
[CARLOS CHUCKLING]
[SINGING IN SPANISH]
Boo.
[SCREAMS]
Hello, sports fans.
[GRUNTS]
And how are you today, my friend?
Run! Get out of here!
Hey.
I axed you a question.
Run!
[GROANING]
You don't answer.
Guess I'll have to ax it again.
JAMES: Here I come.
[♪]
[CARS HONKING]
[MACHINE HUMS]
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
Heh-heh. Good.
Bring 'em upstairs and meet me back down here.
Let's see if we can talk a few poor bastards
into signing up.
[MAN GASPING FAINTLY]
Where are they?
[WHEEZING]
I tried. I swear I tried.
Goddamn it.
Don't die on me.
[COUGHS]
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.
[GASPING CONTINUES]
[GUN COCKS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
See you in hell.
I see you anywhere near hell,
I'll kick your ass out.
[GUNSHOT]
[CHURCH BELLS RINGING FAINTLY]
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.
Well, maybe if you'd put 'em
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.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GUNS COCKING, MUSIC STOPS]
JIGSAW: Whoa, gentlemen, gentlemen. Relax.
We're looking for, uh, 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.
Heh-heh.
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,
[CHEERING]
And at the end of it,
The Punisher will be dead.
MAN: Hurrah!
[SLIPKNOT'S "PSYCHOSOCIAL" PLAYING]
[♪]
[GUN CLICKING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
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'd 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.
[DOOR OPENS]
I don't think this is a good idea.
[MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
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.
[SLAYER'S "FINAL SIX" PLAYING]
MAN 1: All right, lock and load. Lock and load.
MAN 2: Let's knock him down.
MAN 3: Get ready.
Here they are.
Oh, boy.
[♪]
[GRUMBLING]
Take it easy, James.
He'll be here.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
You get it. - Fuck that. You get it.
[GUN COCKS] 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?
That'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 an explosives permit.
Construction crew. Said we'll 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.
[GUN CLICKS]
Never took the time to think about where I was headed.
I'm far down that road.
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 a gunfire for longer than five minutes,
the girls are not here.
Set him loose.
[GUNS COCKING]
[♪]
[GUNSHOTS]
No!
[♪]
[YELLING]
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[♪]
MAN: Come on, get him. Go, go, go.
[MAN SCREAMS]
[GROANING]
[JAW CRACKS]
MAN [WHISPERS]: Quiet, fool.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Oh. It's time.
James, be careful.
[GUNS COCK]
[SNARLING]
[GRUNTING]
[ALL GROANING]
Oh, for fuck's sake.
[GROWLING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[♪]
[CRACKS NECK]
Won't be replacing that son of yours any time soon.
Blood in the urine,
early indicator of kidney failure.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
You should be seeing double right about now.
That would be a torn meniscus.
[NECK CRACKS]
[SCREAMING]
[JIM GROANING]
[SNARLING]
[♪]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GRUNTS]
JIGSAW: James.
Gun.
[WHIMPERS]
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
[CHUCKLES] Mom.
Please, help us.
Shut the fuck up.
Come on, Castle.
Don't be shy.
Throw down your gun.
Die, you bastard. JIGSAW: No.
James, that's no way to punish The Punisher.
Ha-ha. - Ho-ho-ho.
Nice shooter.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[GRUNTS]
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 jailbait 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.
[SCREAMS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[SCREAMS] Ah! God...
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Frank!
[BOTH GROAN]
Get out.
[♪]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[CHOKING]
Fuck you.
Let me put you out of my misery.
[SCREAMING]
This is just the beginning.
[CHOKING AND GURGLING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
You okay?
Where's Castle?
Still inside.
And Micro?
SOAP: Frank.
Frank, are you okay?
You better get outta here.
Yeah. Come on, Frank.
I'll buy you a drink.
ANGELA: 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,
you gotta 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?
MAN: Hey.
Give me your fucking wallet, motherfucker.
You're kidding, right?
Do I look like I'm fucking kidding?
Frank.
MUGGER: Give me your wallet.
Frank.
MUGGER: Do you wanna die?
For the last time, give me your wallet.
[GUNSHOT AND BLOOD SPLATTERS]
SOAP: Oh, God. Now I've got brain splattered all over me.
[ROB ZOMBIE'S "WAR ZONE" PLAYING]
♪ Yeah, one quick move Exploding flesh and brain ♪
♪ Fear is known To kiss a bleeding heart ♪
♪ Suddenly flares Burn into your eyes ♪
♪ Bullet meet skull Meet the end of your life ♪
♪ In the war zone ♪
♪ I stand alone ♪
♪ In the war zone ♪
♪ I die alone ♪
♪ Yeah, spider-cracked mirror On a jigsaw face ♪
♪ Blood and knuckles roam On a muzzle flash ♪
♪ Another day in hell And Jesus says ♪
♪ The skull will punish All that will survive ♪
♪ In the war zone ♪
♪ I stand alone ♪
♪ In the war zone ♪
♪ I die alone ♪
♪ You can't see me You can't stop me ♪
♪ You can't kill me ♪
♪ You can't see me You can't stop me ♪
♪ You can't kill me ♪
♪ In the war zone ♪
♪ I stand alone ♪
♪ In the war zone ♪
♪ I'll die alone ♪
♪ You can't see me You can't stop me ♪
♪ You can't kill me ♪
♪ You can't see me You can't stop me ♪
♪ You can't kill me ♪
[7 DAYS AWAY'S "TAKE ME AWAY" PLAYING]
♪ There must be something Sworn to tear me down ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ My pain is building Tearing me inside out ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Will I finish last again? Here I wait for this to end ♪
♪ I forced the pain I struggle with ♪
♪ And I am open to you ♪
♪ I could turn the other way ♪
♪ Take control And make a change ♪
♪ Take me, take me away ♪
♪ You can bend me I won't break ♪
♪ Things won't always Go your way ♪
♪ Take me, take me away ♪
♪ I am scarred to the bone But I feel release ♪
♪ And you can't Take that away from me ♪
♪ What I'll never know Is how you can be so blind ♪
♪ To what I've seen ♪
♪ I will be the first to try Be myself until I die ♪
♪ Take to chance for myself ♪
♪ And I am open to you ♪
♪ I could turn the other way ♪
♪ Take control And make a change ♪
♪ Take me, take me away ♪
♪ I could turn the other way ♪
♪ Take control And make a change ♪
♪ Take me, take me away ♪
♪ You can bend me I won't break ♪
♪ Things won't always Go your way ♪
♪ Take me, take me away ♪
[RAMALLAH'S "DAYS OF REVENGE" PLAYING]
♪ Check, check ♪
♪ Can you feel it? ♪
♪ These are the days Of revenge so sweet ♪
♪ Can you feel it? Can you feel it? ♪
♪ There's a fear in the air ♪
♪ That I've prayed for For my whole life ♪
♪ Can you feel it Until you fear it? ♪
♪ And Malcolm was right The hate that we've sown ♪
♪ Has come home in the night ♪
♪ So wake up, it's time to die Can you feel it? ♪
♪ 'Cause we've reached The end of the lies ♪
♪ Holy Mother of Columbine ♪
♪ Say a prayer for me ♪
♪ Blessed martyrs Of Palestine ♪
♪ Come and strike us down ♪
♪ Just take a look At the papers, your leaders ♪
♪ They're killers And they're liars ♪
♪ See what they do In your name ♪
♪ To make the bodies Pile higher ♪
♪ The murders, the terror They've done it forever ♪
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