Marvel's The Punisher

In the Book of Judges, chapter 16,

Samson fell by the lust of his eyes,

and so the Philistines gouged his eyes out.

We reap what we sow.

In Numbers 32, it says, "Be sure your sin will find you out."

Somewhere, sometime, every little sin and every big sin

will find you out.

"For it is time," the scripture says, "to seek the Lord,

that he may come and rain righteousness upon you."

Because, unless you are clothed in the righteousness of God,

you will never enter Heaven.

The inspiration for this wonderful song comes from John 5:4.

"For an angel went down into the pool, and troubled the water;

whosoever then first stepped in

was made whole of whatsoever disease he had."

Amen.

We have among us today two of our great patrons,

Anderson and Eliza Schultz, who are certainly leaving their mark for God,

and to whom this church, this town,

and, indeed, this entire state owe gratitude.

Thank you, Reverend. A wonderful sermon.

I'm moved to share with the congregation, if I may.

Absolutely.

The scripture says we're to love our neighbor as ourselves.

There was a time, not long ago, when this town had become a neighborhood

without becoming a brotherhood.

But together...

we found the truth.

If we serve faithfully...

we will reap rewards.

Hallelujah!

Thank you very much.

We need our angel back in the choir.

It isn't quite the same without our Rebecca's voice.

How's she feeling this morning?

The new treatment is taking some getting used to.

Well, the side effects can be very uncomfortable,

but Dr. Scully has high hopes.

It's a potentially groundbreaking technique.

Very positive results coming out of Germany.

We're both in your debt.

I have become recently aware of a... serious matter,

one that threatens everything that we hold dear.

It's going to need a special kind of attention.

I welcome any opportunity to prove my faith.

I'll send someone along with the details.

In the meantime, just know that, as in the Book of Daniel,

one of ours has been thrown to the lions.

Rebecca and the boys will be well looked after while you're gone.

How long will you be gone?

Did I wake you?

I'm so sorry.

Can I get you something? Some water?

I need you.

Where are you going this time?

Jesus said, "When you give alms,

do not let your left hand know what your right is doing,

so that your alms may be given in secret."

I'll only be gone a couple of days.

I love you.

God damn it.

That piss...

gonna mix with the shit that's about to rain down.

How's the leg?

Next time, I'll hit more than your hand.

Yeah.

You two married?

Sure sound married.

And, anyhow, I went down to this seminar.

"Weak Eye Theory," it was called.

All about how everyone's got one eye bigger than the other

and how you gain advantage

by looking your suspect exclusively in their weak eye.

They don't even know it's happening,

but it's throwing them off. Psychologically.

Impressive.

Hey, you think you could get me a Coke?

- You got a dollar? - Seriously?

I'm not about to spend my own money on a suspect.

I'm not a suspect, I'm the victim. Ask your boss.

How about this?

I will change your life for a dollar.

- Change my life? - Mmm-hmm.

See above the door over there?

Now, where I come from, you hang it the other way.

See, you guys got it all pointed down like that,

and all the luck just runs out of it, because...

- gravity, right? - Uh...

Trust me. It's worth a buck. Come on.

- I can get you a water. - Ugh.

Please, Deputy Ogden, I need caffeine and sugar.

I have been up all night, taken prisoner, tied down, shot at,

almost killed, arrested...

We're not all highly trained like you are.

And, you know, I mean, when Child Services comes

I should be able to tell them that Larkville County at least

cares about the nutritional needs of its child victims, right?

- All that I have is a five. - Thank you.

Hey, have they told you what's going on here?

Like, what did I get dragged into?

When does it stop, Rachel?

Or is it...

Susan? No. Peggy?

Or maybe Stephanie?

Your prints came back.

The same prints, but under more aliases than Carter has pills.

And no one seems to know which is the real you.

So I ain't buying this Pollyanna routine.

Just tell us what really happened out there.

I did. I'm the victim here.

Okay. Fine.

I intended on treating you as a minor, but since you won't be straight with me,

I'll take the average age of all your aliases and call you 18.

- I'm 16. - Throw her in the women's cell

- with that hard-ass she came in with. - No, no, no! You can't do that.

Look, just please don't do that.

Just give me one good reason.

Because...

she's trying to kill me.

What about the guy?

He...

- He saved me. - Saved you?

What was all that crap about him tying you to a bed?

He did that, too.

It's true.

I mean, both things are true.

Look, I'm serious. Sheriff, really...

they're both crazy, and I just happened to get in the way.

Watch her.

Ms. Marlena Olin.

Last known address, Detroit.

What bounced from your prints almost broke our Internet.

Former military. Former security contractor.

As were those four corpses at the motel.

See?

If it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck, it's a duck.

Makes sense.

But you, Castiglione, you make no sense.

No known address. IAFIS came back with nothing.

You’re a choirboy, apparently.

But look at you.

Look at what you did.

Went through her little crew like they were nothing.

Weirder still, no record of you in the military database.

If I had to guess,

I'd say you were a jarhead.

Well, I hope you both enjoy our sandwiches,

because nobody's going anywhere until I get the truth.

Good speech, Sheriff.

You know, little departments like yours don't handle homicides.

They bring in the state police.

But you haven't made that call.

Election year?

Racking up votes by playing the hero?

You let me out now,

I'll tell my people not to permanently erase your name from the ballot.

Trouble's coming, Sheriff.

Why is that, exactly?

The people who paid her, they're gonna want this cleaned up.

They're gonna want it done quickly.

Delayed gratification's good.

It built the middle class.

You're averaging less than two hours.

Yeah? Well, what can I say?

Hell of a nightlife up in here.

First, you can say what you're doing with the pills.

The prescription's meant to help you sleep.

I take 'em.

- You do? - I take 'em, and then I flush 'em.

Why?

I don't need your help sleeping.

I was trained to sleep anywhere.

You were also trained on how to avoid sleep.

Why don't you want to sleep, Billy?

Are you afraid to sleep because of the nightmares?

Our treatment plan for you is simple.

Successfully exposing yourself to the nightmares

is the only way to control the nightmare.

Do you mind if I take a look?

Knock yourself out.

Trying to fully recall a nightmare is like pulling on a spiderweb.

If you yank hard on it, you're going to break it.

But we're gently pulling on that spiderweb.

And once we've pulled it all out,

you can leave nightmare helplessness behind,

and you can start to gain a mastery over it.

That's the point of this journal.

What you write down doesn't have to make sense.

None of this shit makes any sense! Why won't you help me?

Billy, calm down.

I know what we're talking about is scary.

What the hell do you know? You think you got it all figured out, don't you?

With your goddamn finger painting

and your "Dear Diary" bullshit!

You're agitated because you need sleep.

Hey!

Ahh!

Dr. Dumont, hi.

Attention, security. Initiate lockdown.

North wing, fourth floor.