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Punisher: War Zone Script
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]
[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.
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]
[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.
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