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So I'm gonna get a three-to-one return on my money?

Bobby, he's the real deal.

I met him in a hash bar in Amsterdam. He speaks Russian, German, Arabic.

Mr. Astrov's trust is not gained easily. Two years it took me.

You see, Micky, he doesn't like new faces.

So tell me, why am I looking at a new face?

Otto Kreig, meet my friend Bobby. He's helping me with the financing.

He's not a cop.

Let's see the money.

You like it?

Yeah, I like it.

– We have deal? – We have deal.

– Take it down! Go in! – Move!

This is the FBI.

Put your hands in the air.

– What is this? – You brought a cop, Micky.

– And he brought his fucking friends! – Don't look at me.

This is not good. My father's gonna kill me.

You're under arrest for the importation and sale of contraband firearm.

– Gun! Gun! – Drop the gun!

– Drop the gun! – Shoot him!

Otto!

This is not my deal. This is not my deal. I don't even know these guys.

Cease-fire!

Team two, let's move.

Get a medic out here.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Bobby.

Bobby.

Stay down.

I'm calling it. It's 1:37 a.m.

Bag him and ship him.

God, I hate this job.

– Give me a hand, fellas? – Yeah.

Hurry up, Frank. We gotta get you out of here.

– What happened? Who's the kid? – It wasn't in the plan.

– But we beat the spread. – This isn't football.

It's a figure of speech.

People weren't supposed to die out there.

Get him ID'd, get him into the morgue.

– And give me my pants. – Get some pants over here.

– Shit. – Surprise!

– Hey, Frank. – To Frank Castle.

The finest soldier, the finest undercover op...

...the finest man I've ever known. What am I gonna do without you?

Get a girlfriend.

Have fun in Puerto Rico, man. Say hello to your folks.

Thanks.

Agent Weeks.

He's Robert Saint. Howard Saint's son.

More paperwork for Tampa P.D.

No, we can handle this.

– See you, buddy. – See you, fellas.

Bail him out.

Bring him to the club.

– Don't hit me. Don't hit me. – Hey, Micky.

Don't-- No hitting.

You sell homegrown pot by the ounce, Micky, not by the barrel.

You sell badly forged fake passports to Haitians.

What inspired you to become the Mr. Universe...

...of international arms dealers?

Micky, you should apologise for the death of Mr. Saint's youngest child.

Okay, I know how it looks. But Bobby, he buys pot from me.

And when he found out what I was doing, he insisted on coming in.

He put up half the cash. He came of his own free will.

If you're gonna kill me, would you leave my face alone? For my mother?

We made your bail. If I wanted to kill you, I would've left you in jail...

...where we have friends, and in a way I can describe as pornographic...

...you would've been killed. But you're a small shit...

...and I don't want the karma of your death on my soul.

But on the other hand, maybe I don't believe in karma. So, guys....

– No, I'll tell you anything. – Then this will be quick.

I wanna know one thing. Who brokered the deal?

His name is Otto Kreig.

And if it's any comfort to Mr. Saint, he's dead too.

Well, it's not. It's actually no comfort at all.

But what might comfort me is to watch the slow death of the man...

...who was supposed to be taking care of my son...

...and making sure that he did not get into trouble.

Oh, Micky.

What would your father think of this?

Your father, who gave his life for me, what would he say?

I didn't know it was gonna happen like this. Please.

Well...

...ignorance is no excuse.

The man who's responsible for my son's death must die.

I told you to never let him out of your sight.

Mr. Saint, Bobby told me to stay.

Tell him, John. John?

Mr. Saint, it was Bobby's idea. He wanted to go alone.

He thought he could impress you or something.

Thank you for that explanation.

My son didn't need to impress me.

More boxes, guys.

This was a hard one.

This was the last one.

It's over.

Tell that to your son. He doesn't believe me.

– Where is he? – You know.

You know what I miss most about Buck?

He could catch a ball. No matter how hard you threw it...

...he was right there.

Why are we always moving?

This is the last time.

You said that last time.

I did?

Yeah.

You said we were leaving California...

...and we were gonna move to Virginia...

...and you'd work in Washington...

...and we'd never move again.

Guess I've said a lot of things, huh?

So why London?

London's a safe place where we can all be together.

No more moving around, I promise.

Someday when you're older, Will...

...I'll tell you why we had to move so much.

You're such a special boy.

Mr. Saint, are you identifying this body as your son Robert?

He deserved better.

Somebody lied to him.

Promised him one thing...

...gave him another.

Do you know that I used to have to dress him till he was 13?

I would tie his ties, comb his hair.

I'll have to get him a new suit.

Who is Otto Kreig?

Who are the people who work for him?

Who are his friends?

Who would stand to make money from this deal? Tell me.

We can't talk about the case, Mr. Saint.

I understand your grief, but for your own safety, leave this to professionals.

Professionals? Yes.

I'll do that.

I'll do that.

Goodbye, son.

We called New York, we called Las Vegas, Europe and Hong Kong.

We even got the Sicilians in on it, for old time's sake.

With what you're paying, Howard...

...we'll know everything there is to know about Otto Kreig within 24 hours.

Nice.

– Come on. – That was cool.

Leave it. We'll be back.

– Race you? – Yeah.

Got anything left?

I don't see it. Come on!

Dad, you're right.

He did his free ascent on the first try.

– I've seen Navy SEALs do worse. – That's what we like to hear.

– Honey, I'm so proud of you. – Good job, babe.

– Hey, Frank, is that that Candelaria? – Yeah, Manuel.

People around here call him a witch doctor.

Lives on that island way off the point.

Only one damn fool I know crazy enough to swim over there.

Gee, let me guess.

This is the first family reunion we've had in five years.

And that's too long. That's too long.

Amen.

Two families, that when you put them together, you get this. My grandson!

I just want to say that I'm very happy that you're all here...

...I'm very proud that you're all here, and that...

...I love you.

– We love you too. – We love you too, Dad.

Hey.

– Hey. – What happened? What's wrong?

You know....

I can't believe I'm home.

That I could ever be so lucky.

Because there were times, Maria, I gotta tell you....

Frank.

I lost so much time with both of you.

– And I'm really sorry-- – Stop. Hey, hey.

I married you. I knew what I was doing.

And I'd do it again.

You and I...

...we're not lucky...

...we are blessed.

See you at home, son.

His name's Frank Castle, senior agent.

Just got the bureau's London desk.

His alias, connections, apartments in Europe...

...none of it was real. Not even his death.

Well, maybe it was. Maybe he died...

...and came back to life so he could die again.

You have your chance. He's leaving for England next week...

...and he's at a family reunion in Puerto Rico.

I think you should be there so you can come back and tell Livia how he died.

– All right. – Wait.

His family.

His whole family.

Is this what you want?

– Morning. – Hey.

We should have another.

I'm ready.

Another what?

– Morning, Will. – Come here.

They were selling T-shirts in town. One of them was really scary.

The guy in the shop said it wards off evil spirits. It's really intense.

Did you know about this?

Let's see here.

– This is interesting. – Like it?

Like it?

I love it.

Thanks.

– Here's the camera. Okay. – Come on, Mom. Come on.

– Come on, Mom. You gotta see this. – What?

Your 1911 Colts, you've done something to them.

You could say that. I bored the chambers...

...and customized the triggers and added some compensators.

They used to be pretty good, but now they're nail drivers.

Now, let's see.

Hey, Mom.

– Look. – Wow, look at that. It's a stingray.

Yeah.

Mom?

Get down, buddy. Get down.

Get over here. Get in there, honey. Get in there.

Jesus.

Okay, I'm gonna count to three, and we're gonna run to the Jeep.

– Okay, honey? – What about Dad?

Dad will be okay.

One, two, three.

Dad.

Go, honey.

You hang on, honey.

Mom.

You okay?

Mom's gonna get help, okay?

No!

Come on, baby.

– Mom. – Get out of the car.

Mom, my arm.

Come on, honey, you can do it. Come on.

My arm. Mom, my arm.

I know, baby. But we have to keep moving, okay?

I need you to be a big boy, and you have to keep moving, okay?

– Okay. – Okay.

Help!

Help!

Somebody, help me!

Come on, baby.

Mom, the pier.

Grandpa's boat.

Run, honey.

No.

Maria!

My mother and father send their regards.

This time, they're not blanks.

Maria.

It's me, Castle. Candelaria. I'll take care of you.

Paulie, you gonna make love to that car or park it?

Get the junk out of here.

Thank you.

Come on, fellas.

Big crowd tonight, Mr. Saint.

– You look beautiful, Mrs. Saint. – Little prick.

Holy shit.

Bobby.

– Bobby. – To Bobby.

To a score settled.

Quentin, dance with Liv.

When did you speak to him?

About an hour ago, Mr. Saint.

He said the Toros are starting to....

Try a grand, Turk.

I got something for you.

Harry Winston.

Beautiful.

Without you, they're just diamonds.

I asked you to avenge our son, and you did.

Thank you.

Vaya con Dios, Castle.

Go with God.

God's gonna sit this one out.

You are insignificant.

You are a coward.

You are a great disappointment to your mother and I!

Yes! Die!

Die! I am the most amazing man in the world.

It's really loud.

Is it supposed to be that loud?

Oh, it's beautiful.

He hasn't slept all week.

– How do you know? – Because I haven't slept all week.

What do you think he does?

Maybe he's an artist.

Our neighbour is an artist.

Now you're the expert on artistes?

I've known a few.

So, what do you think he's doing?

Ask him.

Oh, yeah, right. Ask him.

I'm late for work.

– Bye, Joan. – Bye, Joan.

Bye.

This is undignified.

You're supposed to be dead.

Let's talk.

Stay away from me, Castle. I have friends, you know.

Let's talk about your friends.

Make your own friends, buddy. I'm not saying nothing.

I talk to you, they'll kill me.

You don't help me, I'll kill you now, Mick.

The Saints tell me nothing.

Nothing.

They pay your rent...

...your legal bills.

You should know something.

What's the torch for?

Two thousand degrees, Mick.

Enough to turn steel into butter.

It won't hurt at first.

It's too hot, you see.

The flame sears the nerve endings shut...

...killing them.

You'll go into shock...

...and all you'll feel is cold.

Isn't science fun, Micky?

I don't know shit.

You'll smell burning meat, and then--

Then it'll hurt.

I swear I'm telling the truth!

Son of a bitch!

God! Oh, my God!

Should we call the police?

Let's stay out of it. He's a very scary man.

He's killing someone, and we're next.

Exactly.

No, wait.

Smell that, Mick? I'm burning off some of your fat.

I'll tell you anything. Anything-- Anything you wanna know.

– That's a good boy. – Okay. Okay.

Any discussion of Howard Saint's business involves two Cubans:

The Toro Brothers.

They control all the prostitution and gambling...

...up and down the Gulf Coast.

Tons of cash.

They give their dirty money to Howard Saint...

...who transports it in Cigarette boats to his banks in Grand Cayman...

...washes it and wires it back clean as a whistle.

For the love of Go--

You are not a nice person.

So, what's up? You gonna string up Howard Saint and blowtorch him?

I like that idea.

But I have something better.

And guess what.

You're gonna help me.

Unless you wanna stay Saint's lackey for the rest of your life.

I hate the Saints.

– All of them. – Tell me about them, what they do...

...where...

...when.

Howard Saint's a man of strict habits.

He has first tee time five days a week at Tampa Springs.

Never fails.

He likes money. He likes power.

But the thing this guy covets most?

The wife. Livia.

What happened to your family, Howard did that for her.

She's just like him, and she's just as predictable.

Every Thursday, she works out...

...gets her nails done and goes to the movies.

Howard knows every move this broad makes.

Any man who looks at her wrong, he ends up in Tampa Bay.

Let's not forget Johnny-boy...

...the son you didn't kill.

What a putz.

Last but not least...

...Quentin Glass.

Been with Howard 20 years.

The family consigliere, lawyer, CPA...

...and a sadist.

Who knows what's going on with this guy.

– Yes? – Pop.

You're not gonna believe this.

Oh, I think I might.

Chief Morris, will budget cuts mean less officers?

Will this affect your ability to protect citizens?

What effect will this have on police layoffs?

Castle?

Frank Castle? Hey, I thought you were dead!

Hold it.

Where have you been?

It's been five months since my family was killed. I don't see one man in jail.

– Obviously, you're upset. – "Upset"?

Is that the word?

I used to get upset when I had a flat tyre.

I used to get upset when a plane was delayed.

I used to get upset...

...when the Yankees won the Series.

So if that's what "upset" means...

...then how do I feel now?

If you know the word, tell me...

...because I don't.

Castle, where have you been?

Taxi!

Get up.

Wheel the money out.

Fill that up.

You know whose money this is?

You know whose building this is?

Howard Saint's.

He's gonna fuck your life up.

He already fucked my life up.

Now, out the window.

What?

Out the window.

Oh, my God!

Good business, murder?

Does Saint pay you for each one?

Or does he get a group-rate discount?

Our top story this morning...

...a double homicide in downtown Tampa.

Men were gunned down in the Saint Building.

Now to our other breaking story.

Francis Castle is alive and back in Tampa.

You may remember, Castle's the FBI agent presumed dead after his-

He speaks six languages.

He did two tours with 12th Special Ops CTU.

– What’s CTU? – Counter Terrorism Unit.

At this hour, Tampa police do not have a motive...

...and no arrests have been made.

That's the latest news. We'll have more on this story.

It's him.

This has been a breaking news report.

Stay tuned to News Channel 8 for more details.

Hi there.

I just wanna say that I'm very happy that you're all here...

...I'm very proud that you're all here.

Guess I've said a lot of things, huh?

We're not lucky...

...we are blessed.

Maria!

How is he still alive? I don't know, Quentin.

I wasn't there.

Why is he still alive? Now, that-- That's an interesting question.

Maybe he's still alive because he was meant to suffer more. I don't know.

But how can we make him suffer if we can't find him?

He's daring us.

No. No. He misses his family, and he wants to die.

He's asking for help, so let's help him.

The Toros call?

They'll be here tomorrow morning.

You invited them to this house?

They invited themselves, Howard.

Mike. Joe.

Welcome. Let's get a drink.

We don't have time for that, Howard.

Oh, my God, this weather.

– Just a little polluted, don't you think? – I've seen hurricanes.

Seen it rain like cats and dogs.

But never in all my years have I seen it rain $100 bills.

Yeah, this rainmaker, Castle...

– ...he was supposed to be dead, no? – Yeah.

Guys, look.

Come on.

Working together for 10 years.

First time this ever happened.

At a personal loss to us of $50 million, Howard.

That's one time too many.

Do you want us to find another banker?

No.

Okay.

Look, we want our money back, all right?

And we want protection on the next shipment.

Do you guarantee our money this time?

With everything I've got.

In 48 hours, Castle's a memory. A pro from Memphis.

The best.

Come on, Joanie.

Open up the goddamn door...

...so I can show you how I fucking feel, you bitch!

You hurt my feelings.

I wanna talk to you now, how you hurt my feelings.

Joanie, open this goddamn door...

...so I can show you how you hurt my feelings.

Dude?

– It's kind of late. – Yeah?

Well, what time is it in Hawaii?

You should leave right now.

Shut your face, you lard-ass.

Joanie, come on, baby.

– Let me in. – I'm gonna call the cops.

Are you?

Wanna call the cops?

You wanna call the cops? Call them.

Call them. Call them.

– Call them. Call them-- – Hey.

Get out.

What, what?

Mike, he don't have his tricks anymore?

And the speed, huh?

You shouldn't play with knives.

No one's ever stood up for me before.

Come on, champ, let's get some ice on that.

Come on. Frank kicked his ass, huh?

He's fine. He's all right.

I....

I've lived in seven cities in seven years...

...and in each one, I've managed to find...

...the one guy who will treat me the worst.

But I'm trying to fix that.

You're Castle.

Used to be.

We saw you on TV.

I don't have one.

I'm Joan.

Dave's the one with all the--

The metal.

And Bumpo's the....

Well, you can probably figure out which one Bumpo is.

We're really sorry.

About what?

About your family.

Did you know them?

No.

I'm over it.

Don't let your memories kill you.

They won't kill me.

– Glass. – Quentin Glass?

Who is this?

I have certain photographic studies of you and your boyfriend.

Meet me at the bar at the Wyndham Hotel.

Bring $5000, and I'll give you the photos.

You wouldn't want Howard Saint to see them, Mr. Glass.

Good evening, sir. Welcome to Wyndham.

Thank you, sir. Have a good night.

Quentin's late. Do you know where he is?

I have no idea.

Have you seen your mother?

It's Thursday, Pop.

Right. Movies.

Mr. Saint.

I know where Mr. Glass is.

I saw him pulling into the Wyndham Hotel, couple hours ago.

Howard. Corne here.

I was just telling Quentin about the movie.

Where have you been, Quentin?

I've been looking for you.

I dozed off out by the pool.

– That's funny. – What's funny?

Micky said he saw you at the Wyndham.

Micky should have his eyes checked.

So he's mistaken?

Yes, Howard, he's mistaken.

Oh, my goodness. These pancakes are really good, Joan.

What's he been doing for the last few days?

Drinking.

A lot.

Morning, sir. Sit down where you like.

Do I know you?

I know you.

You're that boy in the newspaper.

Came back from the dead.

I didn't catch your name.

You like that song?

I wrote that for you.

I'm gonna sing it at your funeral.

You are one dumb son of a bitch.

Bring a knife to a gunfight.

Come on, let's move.

Let's move!

All of it?

All?

Look at this. This is what I'm talking about--

Don't fucking touch me, cojones.

Don't tell the Toros till we have a plan.

Just look at this place. Isn't it beautiful?

Howard, we had chicken à la Havana tonight.

Very tasty.

Don't touch the Cubans.

Have you heard the news?

A shipment of cash...

...was torched on Mullet Key.

Whose money was it, huh?

Our mother always put her cash in the mattress...

...which I thought it was a good idea till the house burned down.

It was a big fire.

She lost everything.

That's what happens when you don't watch your money.

You lose everything, Howard. Everything.

Fourteen shipments are perfect.

One went bad. And I get this, why?

You want to scare me?

There's no insurance in this business. You know that.

So I'm not covering your fucking losses.

And, Mike, if you don't like it, just remember one thing:

I've got more guns than you do.

It's not even Cuban, Howard.

It's Honduran.

They're animals.

With all due respect, we don't have more guns.

– It's my duty to-- – It's your duty to make Castle dead!

I don't care what it takes, what it costs.

Call the Russian.

Hi.

Mr. Castle, we need your help right now because...

...the guy who's after Joan is in her apartment right now.

We want you to have dinner with us.

I know it's not Thanksgiving, but...

...I'd like us to all say what we're thankful for.

I'll start.

I'm thankful to be alive this year.

And to have a job.

And to be sober.

Yeah. I'm thankful for my mom...

...getting out of jail.

You know, which is cool.

And this girl gave me her number...

...which is also cool.

Thanks for leftovers. I'm full.

Thanks for Diet Pepsi.

And thanks for good neighbours.

Thanks for dinner.

There's dessert.

Ice Florentine.

You have to try my Ice Florentine. Come on, Dave.

Come on. I need your help.

No, no. I'll do that.

I know what it's like.

I know what it's like to try and make your memories go away.

You can make new memories.

Good ones.

Good memories can save your life.

I'm not what you're looking for.

Did you feel that?

No, no, no....

Mr. Castle?

Frank?

I'm fine.

He's not.

Okay.

– We gotta get him to a hospital. – He needs a doctor. You need--

No hospital, no police.

– All right. All right. – I know what he wants.

Okay. Okay.

Jesus.

It sure looks like you know what you're doing, Joan.

I don't know much, but I'm good with a needle.

Don't ask.

This'll hurt.

He looks weak.

Is he gonna die?

Appearances aren't everything.

You can let go now.

– We have to move him. – There's no place to go.

What do we do?

Elevator.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Careful, careful.

Where's Castle?

Frank Castle, who lives here.

I asked you a question, fat man.

– Leave him alone. – Then I'll ask you.

Where's Castle?

He's not here.

Really?

Are you sure?

I actually--

What did you say?

I'm having a difficult time hearing you.

I said....

– I'm not saying shit. – Well, I don't want you to say shit.

I want you to answer me.

You don't wanna talk about anything you might know?

Maybe we should get to know each other better.

What's your name?

Dave.

You go to school around here?

– You don't go to school? – No.

– No, I dropped out. – You dropped out?

– You're not doing drugs, are you? – Not right now.

What are you doing with all this stuff? What is that?

– Piercings. – Piercings.

Did it hurt when you do that?

– Little bit. – You like that?

– That it hurt a little bit? – No.

That's a special one there, isn't it? Is that your favourite?

– That's hard to get. – Yeah.

Answer my question, please.

No.

– Come here. Come here. – No.

Come here.

Your friend's about to have a bad day. You can save him by talking.

Doesn't have to be this way.

You think you know about pain, boy?

You think you know about pain?

That's okay. That's okay.

You gonna tell me, Dave? Little Dave.

– You gonna tell me? – No.

Let's just see if we can discover the true nature of pain.

– Stop. – Come here, Dave.

Come on. Hey. Come on, now.

– You wanna talk to me? – No!

– Okay, talk to me, Dave. – No!

– Come on, talk to me, Dave. – No!

If they knew, they would've talked.

They must not have known.

If-- When he shows up...

...kill him.

– Go ahead. – Castle's alive. The Russian's dead.

– Where's Quentin? – Home.

– I'm at the office. – Close the club.

Get everyone in. We're going hunting.

I'll be back after 10.

Darling?

It's Thursday.

Bye, sweetie.

Look what they did to him.

They tried to make me talk.

I gave them nothing.

You don't owe me.

You don't owe me anything. I've brought you nothing but trouble.

– Why were you ready to die for me? – Because you're one of us.

You're family.

Get him to a hospital.

Come on, champ. They'll get you all fixed up.

Say you kill them all. Then what?

What makes you any different from them?

They have something to lose.

You're gonna die tonight, aren't you?

Is that what you want?

I leave this as a declaration of intent so no one will be confused.

One:

Latin. The boot-camp sergeant made us recite it like a prayer.

"If you want peace...

...prepare for war."

– Glass. – Quentin, those pictures of you...

...I changed my mind. The number is now $10,000.

Be at McNabs, a men's store on Broadway, at 9...

– ...or they'll have their own website. – You listen to me, you son of--

Remember, 9 p.m. Just do it, Glass.

– Duka speaking. – You're on.

Mr. Saint. How do you want me to pay for this?

– Pay for what? – I was detailing Mrs. Saint's car...

– ...and found this ticket. – Just take care of it.

– Where was it? – The Wyndham Hotel.

– What's that date? – September 5th. Last Thursday.

Where did you say Quentin was last Thursday?

The Wyndham Hotel. But Mrs. Saint was at the movies last Thursday.

I mean, wasn't she?

– You have a key for Quentin's house? – Sure. I do his laundry.

Micky.

Get me last month's phone bill.

Yes, sir.

Need help with some underpants, sir?

Go fuck yourself.

Evening, Quentin.

Howard.

– What are you doing here? – Jim Bowie.

Excuse me?

You know, Jim Bowie, the colonel.

The man who died in the Alamo. Had a knife named after him.

He was a gambler.

When he was accused of cheating at cards...

...what he would do is, he would take the guy in the other room...

...move the furniture like so.

And he'd take his knife. He'd throw it in the ground.

And the one that left...

– ...got the money. – Well, gee. I didn't know that, Howard.

The only problem is that you have too much furniture.

– I'm not following this. – I'm accusing you.

Of what?

Cheating.

I've never taken a cent from you.

Where were the two of you gonna do it next time, the Wyndham?

– Two who? – You and the whore.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're good. You should've been a stage actor.

Maybe next lifetime.

– What are you--? What are you doing? – You better pick up the knife, Quentin.

Because if you don't, I will.

I don't need to grab the knife, Howard.

This isn't funny, Howard.

What?

– What? – How long have you worked for me?

What do you think, I'm an idiot?

Have you lost your--?

You were my brother. I gave you everything, denied you nothing.

But it wasn't enough.

– My Liv. – What did she tell you?

Don't do this. Don't--

Don't do this. Don't! Oh, don't. Don't do this.

Howard. Howard. You're killing me. You're killing me.

Why? Why are you killing--? Why are you kill--? Why...?

– What the hell are you doing? – I know about you and Quentin.

Quentin?

You went to the movies last Thursday, 8:00?

– Yes. – Then at 9:00, you called him...

...from your car? Must've been a short movie.

– Howard, there's an explanation. – Oh, I know.

You're fucking him.

You're fucking my best friend.

That would be a little hard to accomplish, Howard.

Oh, so true.

So true.

– Howard. – You should really learn...

...to pay your parking tickets.

I don't know what--

You thought we--?

– Howard, Quentin was gay. – You'd say anything.

I don't know what happened. Would you just talk to me?

Howard. Howard.

Howard.

You have to listen to me. Please, Howard.

Please, Howard.

Do you recognise the neighbourhood?

Little Cuba.

To think, first time I saw you was only three blocks from here.

Look at me, Howard.

Of course, then, neighbourhood was so much more colourful.

Look at me. Howard, please.

Please, Howard.

Now it's just for whores. You'll fit right in.

Look at that rock.

Look at it. No, take a look.

I gave you that when I had nothing.

All I asked for was loyalty.

I have been loyal to you, Howard. You're not making any sense.

Know what makes sense, huh? Here. Look at this.

I found that in Quentin's bed. Does that make enough sense for you?

– No. – No?

Me neither.

I'd like to go to the club.

Need a martini.

Fifty thousand apiece.

And 50,000 more to the man who kills him.

If you accept this money, you're in till it's over.

Where have you been?

– Where's Quentin? – Oh, well...

...he's wrapped up in something.

– Called home, no one was there. – Your mother's gone.

– What? – She took the train.

Number two:

Frank Castle is dead.

He died with his family.

Number three:

In certain extreme situations, the law is inadequate.

In order to shame its inadequacy, it is necessary to act outside the law...

...to pursue...

...natural justice. This is not vengeance.

Revenge is not a valid motive, it's an emotional response.

No, not vengeance.

Punishment.

Hey, Eddie, more champagne on the double.

Corning right up.

Stop!

You look like a strong kid. You must work out.

Ever try isometrics?

This antipersonnel mine weighs 8 pounds. Not much.

But try holding it with an outstretched arm.

Hell of a workout.

Wait, no. Don't leave.

Don't leave me like this. Don't leave me like this.

Help. Please.

Howard Saint.

Howard Saint!

You took everything from me.

You killed my son.

No!

Both of them.

Made you kill your best friend.

Made you kill your wife.

– God. – And now I've killed you.

You're right, good memories can save your life.

When Dave gets back, check the cupboard.

I left something for all of you.

You're leaving.

I have work to do.

Read your newspaper every day, you'll understand.

Which section?

Obituaries.

Those who do evil to others...

...the killers, the rapists, psychos, sadists...

...you will come to know me well.

Frank Castle is dead.

Call me...

...The Punisher.