Punisher: War Zone

First and 10 on the New York 32. Malone hands off for a one-yard gain.

Can't establish their running game because Washington--

- God will help you. - God owes me a quarter pound.

Mince and mash the garlic into a paste.

- I seek-- - Go, Buster, go!

--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.

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...

Do I fix your makeup for you?

- What? - Here's Billy the Beaut.

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 sure he'll show up.

And what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna bring him in.

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.

Hey.

Look, you know, it's just--

- Take it easy in there, okay? - Nicky, what am I gonna do?

Give the old guy a heart attack?

- Go on, beat it. - 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?

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 and 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.

It's 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 with your bodily functions...

...you might remember I'm the top earner here.

-L'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--

You'll what? You make one move, you greasy fuck.

Hey, let's just all calm down here, okay?

I've put out a big spread out here.

So come on, boys, eat up.

We're not eating with the old shitbag, understand?

Pittsy, pour me a drink.

What the fuck?

Pittsy!

Let's go.

All right, let's split up.

Shouldn't we wait for backup?

Police! Freeze!

Listen, Billy Russoti's getting away.

Silver Rover.

You might wanna head down to the docks first.

Shit, that hurts.

- What happened to you? - Your Punisher.

He disarmed me, held me at gunpoint then he stole our damn ride.

- Where were you, huh? - I knew he would come.

Hey, let me get your statement.

Come on, Saffiotti, tell me everything--

How did it go down, huh?

I'm sorry about your family, Billy.

Well, maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

What?

It was time for me to take over anyway.

Thanks to The Punisher, I don't even get my fucking hands dirty.

Where's your boss, then?

- What the fuck's he doing here? - Relax. I asked him to come.

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.

All right, all right, all right, enough.

- Pittsy, get me some money. - Time to go to work.

We're running low, boss.

We 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 thing...

...get over the security fence, hand out the money.

Where are you going?

Would it be all right if I take the roof instead of the door?

- Whatever. - You're a fucking saint.

Hey, what's the matter?

Oh, fuck.

What the fuck was that?

Agent down. Repeat, agent down. Fuck.

I'll check it out, boss.

PODS!

No. I'll take care of it. You get the guards.

Pittsy!

Fuck, you bastard. Fuck. Fuck you, Castle!

Come on, Castle!

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!

There he is!

Move! Move! Move!

Up there!

Move!

Up there!

Fuck!

Up there!

- FBI. Drop your weapons. - Oh, shit. Shit.

You two, up the stairs. Team 1, on me.

Don't move!

FBI! Put your weapons down.

We got a live one!

Take care of those five yards in every direction.

Billy the Beaut.

Yo, you say Billy the Beaut?

- Not anymore, huh? - Bring him down, maybe he'll live.

- Wait a minute. - Repeat, Nicholas Donate/Ii Jr.

Reach Donatelli's family. Can you ask Miller if...

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.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Who compromised Donatelli?

Calm down, Budiansky, it wasn't anybody's fault.

None of us could foresee Castle...

...opening up hunting season on La Cosa Nostra.

Come on.

All right, look, Donatelli sent us a message.

Said something big was gonna happen.

He asked for Homeland Security.

We ran 24-hour surveillance on Russoti. Just as we're about to...

...find out what is happening, Donatelli got shot.

Believe me, no one is 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.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm gonna get this guy, Angie.

I promise you.

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 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 my men trying to find out...

...what your colleague came across when he went under.

Maybe if you feds allowed us...

...in on your undercover operations once in a while...

-...all of this could have been avoided. - With all due respect, captain...

...that...

...is bullshit.

What if it had been your man lying there?

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 Punisher Task Force could use an extra man.