All language subtitles for The.Punisher.2004.EXTENDED.1080p.BluRay

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Hi.

HOWARD:

Hi. Good to see you. Yeah.

Welcome to the club.

Good to see you again.

Yes. How are you?

Thank you for coming.

Hi, guys.

Congratulations.

Enjoy tonight, will you?

Thanks.

Wonderful. Great.

Good to see you.

Glad you could make it.

Come on in.

Have a good time.

♪ (SPANISH SONG PLAYING)

Thank you.

Thanks.

Twenty years ago,

these people wouldn't even

let me in their homes.

Now they'd

elect me governor.

Smile for the newspapers,

Quentin.

It's the only thing

in Tampa I don't own.

Well, not yet.

How's your drink?

Perfect.

Where are the twins?

There's some idle

chit-chat about you

and a Russian boat.

Father would disapprove.

Well, father doesn't need

to know.

Go with him.

No.

It's my deal.

So I’m gonna

get a 3-to-1 return

on my money?

MICKY:

Bobby,

he's the real deal.

I met him at 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 Krieg,

meet my friend,

Bobby.

He's helping me

with the financing.

He's not a cop.

Let's see the money.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

You like it?

Yeah, I like it.

We have deal?

We have deal.

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

AGENT #1:

Bring them down!

AGENT #2:

Move!

Move in!

(AGENT ON SPEAKER)

This is the FBI.

Put your hands in the air.

(GUNS COCKING)

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 firearms.

(CURSING IN GERMAN)

Gun! Gun!

Drop the gun! Drop the gun!

AGENT:

Shoot him!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Otto!

This is not my deal.

This is not my deal!

I don't even know these guys!

Cease fire!

AGENT:

Team 2, let's go.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Bobby.

Bobby.

AGENT:

Stay down.

I'm calling it.

It's 1:37 a.m.

Bag him and ship him.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

God, I hate this job.

Give me a hand, fellows.

Yeah.

Hurry up, Frank,

we gotta get you

out of here.

What the hell happened?

Who's the kid?

Well, it was definitely

not in the plan.

But we beat the spread.

This isn't football.

Yeah,

it's a figure of speech.

People weren't

supposed to die

out there.

Get them ID'd

and get them

to the morgue.

And get me my pants!

Can we get some pants

over here?

Ah, shit.

ALL:

Surprise!

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.

You son of a bitch.

Never do that again.

Remember that watch

you gave me

thirteen years ago?

Small payment

for saving my life.

Oh, hell, that Iraqi

would have missed anyway.

It was sweet

for you to wait, Jim.

Here.

Now we both have one, Frank.

Oh, Jesus, Jimmy.

(AIRPLANE ENGINE WHIRRING)

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 PD.

No, we can handle this.

Stay out of the casino!

What, me?

See you, fellas!

See you, buddy!

Come on.

(EXCLAIMING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Bail him out.

Bring him to the club.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(DOGS BARKING)

Don't hit me. Don't hit me.

Hey, Micky.

Don't hit me.

(MICKY GRUNTING)

You sell

homegrown pot by the ounce,

Micky, not by the barrel.

You sell badly forged

fake passports to Haitians.

So what inspired you

to become

the Mr. Universe of

international arms dealers?

Micky, you should

apologize for the death

of Mr. Saint's

youngest child.

Ok, I know

how it looks.

But Bobby,

he buys pot from me.

And--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,

will you leave my face alone,

for my mother?

We just made your bail.

Now if I wanted

to kill you,

I would have left you in jail

where we have friends.

And in some way

that I can only describe

as deeply pornographic,

you would have been killed.

But you're

a small piece of 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, no,

I'll tell you anything

you wanna know.

Ok, then this'll be quick.

I wanna know

one thing only.

Who brokered the deal?

His name is Otto Krieg.

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 be

comforting to 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.

Now, 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.

(MAN GROANING)

HOWARD:

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.

(CHUCKLING)

(SIGHING)

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.

WILL:

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.

I 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.

He was such a special boy.

Mr. Saint,

are you identifying this body

as your son, Robert Saint?

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 Krieg?

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.

Now, 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.

QUENTIN:

We called New York,

we called Las Vegas,

we called Europe

and Hong Kong,

we even got

the Sicilians in on it

for old times' sake.

HOWARD:

What about Weeks?

FBI Special Agent

James Weeks, age 37,

former Green Beret.

Recruited by the FBI

eight years ago.

Recently assigned

to the bureau's

Florida division.

Divorced. Pays his taxes,

avoids hookers.

No drug problems.

One note of interest.

He frequents

an establishment in Ybor City

owned by two of our clients,

the Toro brothers.

He gambles?

Roulette when he's up.

Blackjack when he's down.

It sounds like fate to me.

As far as

Weeks is concerned,

a man who gambles

has a history.

I can guarantee you that.

Let's go.

♪ (SPANISH SONG PLAYING)

MIKE:

Hoyo de Monterrey.

The best.

For ten years,

we've done business.

Ten years you've

handled our money

and this is the first time

you come to my office.

This is actually

the first time

you guys have seen

where the money

comes from.

You never invited me

to your house, Howard.

And I know you're

not a silver-spooner

any more than me.

So why not be social?

My son is dead.

We didn't kill him.

I didn't say you did.

I can't bring him back,

Howard.

So, if you think

I’m Jesus Christ, you came

to the wrong church.

(BEEPING)

That man knows

who killed my son.

We can kill him

right now, Howard,

if that's what you want.

Just talk. Just talk to him,

that's all.

Good. Can I get in here?

Let's go here.

Let's share that spot.

Hey! That's it.

We're good.

You lay one hand on me,

and fifty federal agents

will be here in the morning

with warrants.

No shit.

MIKE:

Go get your warrants.

"Hey, your honor,

we wanna bust

this illegal gambling joint,

"'cause I lost 200 grand."

You'll be a meter maid

before breakfast.

They'll suspend me

for a month,

slap me on the wrist.

That's what you get

the first time.

What are you

talking about?

Clipped

a couple of paychecks,

everything's hunky-dory, huh?

But twice, not so hunky,

not so dory.

MIKE:

Read the numbers, joe.

Jimmy Weeks.

May 3, you lost 27 grand.

May 17, 43.

June 12, 134 grand.

You've already sold

everything you own.

So how did you pay?

Yeah. How did you pay?

A friend of ours

downtown

works in the federal

evidence locker,

where all the seized cash

and drugs go.

This guy says

there is 200 Gs missing.

Wait a minute, joe.

This is a coincidence.

Yeah, but wait.

Aren't you the supervising

agent down there?

I think

you're going to jail.

You don't get a wrist slap

in jail, Agent Weeks.

You get a bitch slap.

(DOOR OPENING)

Sit down.

If I wanted you killed,

it would have been done.

I need you.

A couple of nights ago,

I asked you

about Otto Krieg.

May I pose that

question again?

Now, I’m no fool.

So don't treat me

like one.

Otto Krieg.

That's not his name.

Fives.

(BOTH PANTING)

Come on.

That was cool.

Leave it.

We'll be back.

Race you?

Yeah.

Got anything left?

I don't see it.

Come on.

FRANK:

He did his free ascent

on the first try.

I've seen navy seals

do worse.

All right, great, honey.

That's what

we like to hear.

I'm so proud of you.

Good job, babe.

Hey, Frank, is that

that Candelaria?

MR. CASTLE:

Yeah, Manuel.

People around here

call him a witch doctor.

He lives on that island

way off the point.

Only one damn fool

I know crazy enough

to swim over there.

(LAUGHING)

Gee, let me guess.

(ALL CHATTERING)

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--

You get this,

my grandson!

I just wanna 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.

ALL:

We love you, too.

Love you, too, dad.

Salud.

ALL:

Salud! Cheers!

Hey.

Hey.

What happened?

What's wrong?

I-- you know--

I can't believe I’m home.

And 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, 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.

(BELL TOLLING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

I'll 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 that what you want?

Morning.

Hey.

We should have another.

I'm ready.

Another what?

FRANK:

Morning, will.

Come here.

WILL:

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.

You know about this?

Mmm-hmm.

Let's see here,

this is interesting.

Like it?

Like it?

I love it. Thanks.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

Thanks.

All right.

Here you go.

Where's the camera? Ok.

Come on, mom. Come on.

Come on, mom.

You gotta see this.

What?

(GUN COCKING)

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.

Well, let's see.

Hey, mom.

Look.

Wow. Look at that.

It's a stingray.

Yeah.

(GUN FIRING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Mom?

WOMAN:

God, no, no!

Get down, honey.

Get down.

Get over here.

Get under the boat.

Get under it.

(WOMAN GASPING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Jesus.

Ok, I’m gonna

count to 3,

and we're gonna

run to the Jeep.

Ok, honey?

What about dad?

Dad'll be ok.

1, 2, 3.

Dad.

Go, honey.

(WHISTLING)

You hang on, honey.

WILL:

Mom.

You ok?

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Mom's gonna get help, ok?

No!

Come on, baby.

Get out of the car.

WILL:

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, ok?

I need you to be a big boy,

and you have to

keep moving, ok?

Ok.

Help!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Come on, baby!

Mom, here.

Grandpa's boat.

Run, honey!

(PANTING)

No. Maria!

JOHN:

My mother and father

send their regards.

This time

they're not blanks.

Maria--

(GASPING)

It's me, Castle.

Candelaria.

I'll take care of you.

(GROANING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Palmer, you gonna make

love to that car,

or are you gonna park it?

Get that junk

out of here!

Thank you.

Come on, fellows.

Big crowd tonight,

Mr. Saint.

You look beautiful,

Mrs. Saint.

LIVIA:

Little prick.

Holy shit.

♪ (SALSA MUSIC PLAYING)

To Bobby.

To Bobby.

To a score settled.

Quentin, dance with Liv.

♪ Are these feelings ♪

♪ From my intuition? ♪

When did you

speak to him?

About an hour ago,

Mr. Saint.

He just said

the Toros are starting...

♪ Or have I been

Sweetly deceived? ♪

Try the Grand Turk.

♪ If you only knew

How crazy I feel ♪

♪ How deeply I fall

How slowly I heal ♪

♪ Oh, it coming undone ♪

♪ Or am I jealous one? ♪

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.

CANDELARIA:

Vaya con dios, Castle.

Go with God.

God's gonna

sit this one out.

♪ (BROKEN BY SEETHER PLAYING)

♪ I wanted you to know ♪

♪ I love the way you laugh ♪

♪ I wanna hold you high ♪

♪ And steal your pain away ♪

♪ (SINGING IN ITALIAN)

You are insignificant.

You are a coward.

You are a great

disappointment

to your mother and I!

(TAPPING)

Yes! Die! Die! Die!

I am the most amazing man

in the world!

(ENGINES REVVING)

It's really loud.

Is it supposed

to be that loud?

Oh, it's beautiful.

He hasn't slept all week.

BUMPO:

How do you know?

'Cause I haven't

slept all week.

DAVE:

What do you think

he does?

Maybe he's an artist.

Wow!

Our neighbor is an artist.

Yeah, and you're

the expert on artists?

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.

JOAN:

Bye.

This is undignified.

You're supposed to be dead.

FRANK:

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.

(GROANING)

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?

2,000 degrees, Mick.

Enough to turn

steel into butter.

(SIGHS)

It won't hurt at first.

It's, uh, 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!

(SIZZLING)

(SCREAMING)

Son of a bitch!

MICKY:

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, no-- wait, wait--

(MICKY GASPING)

Smell that, Mick?

I'm burning off

some of your fat.

I'll tell you anything,

anything,

anything you want to know.

That's a good boy.

Ok, ok.

Any discussion of

Howard Saint's business

involves two Cubans,

the Toro brothers.

MICKY)

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 God--

You are not

a nice person.

So what's up, you're

gonna string up Howard Saint

and blowtorch him?

I like that idea,

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

But I have something better.

And guess what?

You're gonna help me.

Unless you wanna

stay Howard 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?

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

JOHN)

Pop, you're not

gonna believe this.

Oh, I think I might.

REPORTER #1:

Chief Morris,

will the budget cuts mean

less officers on the street?

How will this affect

your ability....

Thank you. No comment.

REPORTER #2:

What impact will all this

have on police layoffs?

Castle?

Just a minute,

the Frank Castle?

Hey, I thought

you were dead.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Hold on. Hold on.

Whoa, hold--

Hey, Jimmy.

Jesus, Frank.

Where have you been?

I got shot. I woke up.

That's what I remember.

You subpoena me,

that's what I’ll say.

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 tire.

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, if you're

not gonna cooperate,

we're gonna have to--

Wait, wait. This man

has been through hell.

Who's he supposed

to trust right now?

Let's get him

to a safe house.

I don't want a safe house,

Jimmy.

I don't want

witness protection.

I don't want anything.

All I wanna know

is who gave me up.

Don't be a stranger, Jim.

REPORTER:

Castle, where have you been?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

MAN:

Taxi!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(GUN COCKING)

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.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Good business, murder?

Does Saint pay you

for each one,

or does he get

a group-rate discount?

(SHELLS CLINKING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Our top story this morning,

a double homicide

in downtown Tampa.

Two men were gunned down

in the lobby of

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 family's

gangland killing.

He speaks six languages,

he did two tours

with 12th Special Ops CTU.

What's CTU.?

Counter terrorism unit.

...at this hour. Right now,

Tampa police do not have

a motive

and no arrests

have been made.

(DOOR OPENING)

That's the latest

news at this hour.

We'll have more

on this developing story--

It's him.

Hi there.

MR. CASTLE)

I just wanna say

that I’m very happy

that you're all here.

I’m very proud

that you're all here.

FRANK)

I guess I’ve said

a lot of things.

MARIA)

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--he misses his family

and he wants to die.

He's asking for help,

so let's help him.

The Toros called?

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.

Yeah,

just a little polluted,

don't you think so?

I've seen hurricanes.

I've 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 ten years,

first time anything like 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.

Ok.

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.

You know,

I spoke at your funeral.

What did you say?

I said it was hard

to imagine you dead.

Anything you can imagine,

Jimmy,

there's always

something worse.

You called

to tell me that?

Frank, I need you

to get out of town.

Let me handle this.

Let me find out

who set you up

before they find you.

I'm hoping they find me.

You're not thinking straight.

You're gonna

end up a dead man.

I'm already dead.

(SIGHING)

So, listen, guy.

Take care.

Think about what I said.

What happened

to your Porsche,

Jimmy?

You used to

love that car.

Hey, man.

Patriotic,

I wanted to buy American.

Come on, Joanie.

Open up the goddamn door,

or I’ll kill you.

I'm fucking freezing,

bitch!

You're hurting my feelings.

I wanna talk with you now,

honey.

You're hurting my feelings.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

Joanie,

open up the goddamn door!

You're hurting my feelings,

you bitch!

Um, dude?

It's kind of late.

Yeah?

What time is it in Hawaii?

You should leave right now.

Shut your face,

you lardass.

Joanie, come on, baby,

let me in.

I'm gonna call the cops.

Are you?

You'll call the cops?

You wanna call the cops?

Call them, call them,

call them!

Call them, call them,

call them!

FRANK:

Hey.

Get out.

What, what, what,

what, what?

Mikey don't have

his tricks anymore?

And the speed? Huh?

What, what, what,

what, what--

(GROANING)

You shouldn't

play with knives.

(MAN GROANING)

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.

(CLEARING THROAT)

I don't have one.

I'm Joan.

Dave's the one

with all 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.

(CAR LOCK BEEPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

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 $5,000,

and I’ll give you

the photos.

You wouldn't want

Howard Saint to see them,

Mr. Glass.

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

a couple of hours ago.

(CHUCKLING)

That was good.

I never--

Howard? Come 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 that he saw you

at the Wyndham.

Micky should have

his eyes checked.

So he's mistaken?

Yes, Howard,

he--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.

(DOORBELL JINGLING)

Good morning, sir.

Sit anywhere you like.

♪ I can hear

What you're thinking ♪

♪ All your doubts and fears ♪

♪ And if you look in my eye ♪

♪ In time you'll find

The reason I’m here ♪

♪ And in time all things

Shall pass away ♪

♪ In time you may

Come back someday ♪

♪ To live once more ♪

♪ Or die once more ♪

♪ But in time your time

Will be no more ♪

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.

(DOORBELL JINGLING)

(BELL CLANGING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You are one dumb

son of a bitch,

bringing a knife

to a gunfight.

(CHOKING)

Frank, what are you

doing here?

I've come to a conclusion.

If I wanna find peace,

I'm not gonna find it

in Tampa.

So I’m going.

Where?

I don't know.

Come on, man.

You can tell me.

I'll send you a post card.

Cool.

Listen, I got to run.

Um, you going somewhere,

you need a ride?

No.

I'm gonna go smoke

some cigarettes.

You don't smoke.

(JOHN SHOUTING)

Come on, let's move.

Let's move!

(THUD)

All of it? All?

MIKE:

Look at this, joe.

This is what

I’m talking about.

Don't fucking

touch me, cojones.

Don't tell the Toros

till we have a plan.

Look at this place.

Isn't it beautiful?

Howard, we had chicken

a la Havana tonight.

Very tasty.

Don't touch the Cubans.

(CHUCKLING)

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.

(CLIPPING)

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? Because 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.

Here.

Now we both have one, Frank.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hi.

Mr. Castle, we, uh,

need your help right now,

because the guy

who's after Joan

is in her apartment

right now.

(SIGHING)

We want you

to have dinner

with us.

(JOAN CLEARING THROAT)

I know it's not thanksgiving,

but, uh, 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, it's 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 neighbors.

Thanks for dinner.

There's dessert.

Ice Florentine.

You have to try

my ice Florentine.

Come on, Dave.

Come on. I need your help.

(CLEARING THROAT)

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.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

(LIP-SYNCHING

VOICE ON RECORD)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(SIGHS)

Did you feel that?

♪ (MUSIC STARTS PLAYING)

No, no, no, no, no, no.

(SCREAMING)

(SIZZLING)

(GROANING)

(FRANK COUGHING)

Mr. Castle?

Frank?

I'm fine.

He's not.

We've gotta get him

to a hospital.

He needs a doctor. You need--

You need a doctor.

No hospital, no police.

Ok, all right.

All right.

I know

what he wants.

Ok. Ok.

Jesus.

Well,

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 will hurt.

He looks weak.

Is he gonna die?

(GASPS)

Appearances

aren't everything.

You can let go now.

We have to move him.

BUMPO:

Where? There's

no place to go.

What do we do?

(WHIRRING)

Elevator.

Nice.

Ok, come on.

Let's-- let's go.

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.

QUENTIN:

Really?

(FRANK GROANING)

Are you sure?

(MUMBLING)

What did you say, hmm?

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 say

anything about anything

you might know?

(GROANING)

Maybe we should get

to know each other

a little 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.

And 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?

When it hurt a little bit?

No.

That's a special one there,

isn't it?

Is that your favorite?

That's hard to get.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Answer my question, please.

No.

QUENTIN:

Come here.

No.

What's the matter?

(GROANING)

Your friend's about

to have a bad day.

You can save him

by talking.

It doesn't have

to be this way.

You think you know

about pain, boy?

You think you know

about pain?

Huh?

(DAVE GASPING)

That's ok. That's ok.

Are you gonna tell me?

Dave? Little Dave?

Are you gonna tell me?

(DAVE SCREAMING)

No!

Ok, why don't you and I

just see if we can discover

the true nature of pain?

Stop.

Come here, Dave. Come on.

Dave, come on.

You wanna talk to me?

No!

You can talk to me.

(CRYING)

Talk to me, Dave.

No!

If they knew,

they would have talked.

They must not

have known.

If--

When he shows up,

kill him.

(PHONE RINGING)

Go ahead.

JOHN)

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 10:00.

Darling? It's Thursday.

Bye, sweetie.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

Look what they did to him.

They tried

to make me talk.

I gave them nothing.

You don't know me.

You don't owe me

anything.

I've brought you

nothing but trouble.

Why are you ready

to die for me?

'Cause you're one of us.

You're family.

Get him

to a hospital.

BUMPO:

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?

FRANK)

I leave this

as a declaration of intent,

so no one will be confused.

One,

"si vis pacem, para bellum."

Latin.

The boot camp sergeant

made us recite it

like a prayer.

"Si vis pacem, para bellum."

"If you want peace,

prepare for war."

(PHONE RINGING)

Glass.

FRANK)

Quentin, those pictures

of you, I changed my mind.

The number's now $10,000.

Be at McNab's, the men's store

on Broadway, at 9:00 p.m.,

or they'll have

their own website.

Listen to me, you son of--

remember, 9:00 p.m.

Just do it, Glass.

(BEEPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

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 I 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?

Do you have a key

for Quentin’s house?

Sure.

I do his laundry.

Micky?

Get me last month's

phone bill.

Yes, sir.

(BEEPING)

Need help

with some underpants,

sir?

Go fuck yourself.

Evening, Quentin.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

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.

And 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.

Then he'd take his knife.

He'd throw it in the ground.

And the one that left

got the money.

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.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

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.

(CHUCKLING)

Ooh, you're good.

You should have

been a stage actor.

Maybe next lifetime.

(TITTERING)

What are you--

What are you doing?

You better

pick up the knife, Quentin,

‘cause if you don't, I will.

I don't need to

grab a knife, Howard.

This isn't funny, Howard.

(EXCLAIMS)

What--

What--

How long have you

worked for me?

Do you think

I’m an idiot?

Have you lost

your mind--

You were my brother.

I gave you everything,

denied you nothing.

(GASPING)

But it wasn't enough.

My Liv.

What has she told you?

Don't do this--

Don't--

Don't do this!

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

Howard! Howard,

Howard, you're killing me.

You're killing me. Why?

Why are you killing me?

(THUDDING)

How was work?

Why is that gun

pointed at me?

It's how I say hi

to everyone these days.

What did happen

to your Porsche, Jimmy?

I told you, "Buy American."

I didn't see

your fishing boat outside.

Well,

you know what they say

about owning boats.

The two happiest days

are the day you buy it

and the day you sell it.

They say that

about TVs and stereos?

Wristwatches?

I had my money

in hi-tech stocks.

Broker kept telling me,

"Don't sell. Don't sell."

I'm an old soldier.

I follow orders.

And now I’m broke.

Get off my back.

Ok, Jimmy.

I get it.

Why did you call me

the other day, Jimmy?

Why didn't you run

when you saw that

I was still alive?

How long have you known?

You mean for certain?

Enough to, say, bet on?

Not till now.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Me, too.

(CLICKING)

I'm not a betting man, Jimmy.

I'll tell you who did it.

You did it.

Saint did it!

No, you did it.

You called the other day

‘cause you're sick.

You need my help.

That's what

friends are for, right?

Well, here I am.

I'm here to help.

What are you gonna do?

I'm not gonna do anything.

You are.

Frank, I--

(GUN COCKING)

Let's say goodbye like

the friends we were, huh?

Not like animals.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I can't do it.

You can and you will.

You do it.

No.

(GUN FIRES)

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 have been

a short movie.

Howard, there's--

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.

(LIVIA GASPING)

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.

(LIVIA PANTING)

Howard.

You have to listen to me.

Please, Howard.

Please, Howard.

Do you recognize

the neighborhood?

Little Cuba?

Just think,

the first time I saw you

was only three blocks from here.

Look at me, Howard.

Of course,

then the neighborhood was

so much more colorful.

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! Take a look!

I gave you that

when I had nothing.

And all I asked for

in return was loyalty.

I have been

loyal to you,

Howard.

You're not making any sense!

I'm not making sense, huh?

Here, look at this.

I found that

in Quentin’s bed.

Does that make enough sense

for you, huh? Huh?

No. No.

No?

Me neither.

(THUDDING)

(SIGHS)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

I'd like to go to the club.

I need a martini.

$50,000 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.

I called home,

no one was there.

Your mother's gone.

What?

She took the train.

(OWL HOOTING)

FRANK)

Number 2,

Frank Castle is dead.

He died with his family.

Number 3,

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.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(CHOKING)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Hey, Eddie, more champagne

on the double.

Coming right up.

(BEEPS)

Oh!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(CRACKLING)

(MOANING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(BEEPS)

Stop!

(JOHN GROANING)

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.

Don't leave

me like this.

Don't leave me

like this!

Help, please.

FRANK:

Howard Saint.

Howard Saint!

You took everything from me.

You killed my son.

JOHN:

No!

(EXPLOSION)

Both of them.

I made you kill

your best friend.

(CLINKING)

I made you kill your wife.

Oh, God.

And now I’ve killed you.

(BEEPS)

(STARTING ENGINE)

(MOANING)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

You're right.

Good memories

can save your life.

When Dave

gets out of the hospital,

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.

(WIND WHISTLING)

FRANK)

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.

♪ (IN TIME

BY MARK COLLIE PLAYING)

♪ I can hear

What you're thinking ♪

♪ All your doubts

And fears ♪

♪ And if you look in my eyes ♪

♪ In time you'll find

The reason I’m here ♪

♪ And in time all things

Shall pass away ♪

♪ In time, you may come

Back someday ♪

♪ To live once more ♪

♪ Or die once more ♪

♪ But in time, your time

Will be no more ♪

♪ You know your days

Are numbered ♪

♪ Count them one by one ♪

♪ Like notches in the handle

Of an outlaw's gun ♪

♪ You can outrun the devil

If you try ♪

♪ But you'll never outrun

The hands of time ♪

♪ In time there surely

Come a day ♪

♪ In time all things

Shall pass away ♪

♪ In time you may come

Back some say ♪

♪ To live once more ♪

♪ Or die once more ♪

♪ But in time, your time

Will be no more ♪

♪ I can hear

What you're thinking ♪

♪ (STEP UP

BY DROWNING POOL PLAYING)

♪ Broken ♪

♪ Yeah, you've been

Living on the edge

Of a broken dream ♪

♪ Nothing ♪

♪ Yeah, that's

The only thing you'll ever

Take away from me ♪

♪ I’m never gonna stop ♪

♪ I’m never gonna drop ♪

♪ Ain't no different

Than it was before ♪

♪ So take some good advice ♪

♪ You better stop

And think twice ♪

♪ Before you take

Your first step ♪

♪ Out that door ♪

♪ If you wanna step up

Step up ♪

♪ You're gonna

Get knocked down,

Knocked down ♪

♪ If you wanna step up

Step up ♪

♪ You're gonna get

Knocked down ♪

♪ You had your chance

To walk away ♪

♪ Live to see another day ♪

♪ If you wanna step up

Step up ♪

♪ You're gonna

Get knocked down,

Knocked down ♪

♪ You're gonna get

Knocked down ♪

♪ You're gonna

Get knocked down

Step up ♪

♪ You're gonna get

Knocked down ♪

♪ You're gonna

Get knocked down

Step up ♪

♪ You're gonna get

Knocked down ♪

♪ (EYES WIRED SHUT

BY EDGEWATER PLAYING)

♪ I’ve thrown away

I’ve thrown away again ♪

♪ The pills that make me ♪

♪ I’ve thrown away

I’ve thrown away again ♪

♪ The chance

The want to change ♪

♪ I’ve thrown away

I’ve thrown away again ♪

♪ Standing all alone ♪

♪ I’ve thrown away

I’ve thrown away again ♪

♪ Eyes wired shut ♪

♪ Running through my brain ♪

♪ Pulling back the skin ♪

♪ It happens

We're getting older ♪

♪ Eyes wired shut ♪

♪ Running through my brain ♪

♪ It's all the same ♪

♪ But in the end

It keeps me coming ♪

♪ (BROKEN BY SEETHER PLAYING)

♪ I wanted you to know ♪

♪ I love the way you laugh ♪

♪ I wanna hold you high ♪

♪ And steal your pain away ♪

♪ I keep your photograph ♪

♪ I know it serves me well ♪

♪ I wanna hold you high ♪

♪ And steal your pain ♪

♪ ‘Cause I’m broken ♪

♪ When I’m lonesome ♪

♪ And I don't feel right ♪

♪ When you're gone away ♪

♪ You've gone away ♪

♪ You don't feel me here ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

♪ The worst is over now ♪

♪ And we can breathe again ♪

♪ I wanna hold you high ♪

♪ You steal my pain away ♪

♪ There's so much left

To learn ♪

♪ And no one left to fight ♪

♪ I wanna hold you high ♪

♪ And steal your pain ♪

♪ ‘Cause I’m broken ♪

♪ When I’m lonesome ♪

♪ And I don't feel right ♪

♪ When you're gone away ♪

♪ ‘Cause I’m broken ♪

♪ When I’m lonesome ♪

♪ And I don't feel right ♪

♪ When you're gone away ♪

♪ You've gone away ♪

♪ You don't feel me here ♪

♪ Anymore ♪