Marvel's The Punisher

Hey, man.

What?

This is some Edward Scissorhands shit right here.

What happened, Ed?

Mommy stick your face in a blender?

Billy...

Say something, dummy! You got a tongue in your head?

Why won't you help me?

Jesus Christ. What, are you deaf, too?

- Billy! - Man, you are one sad bastard.

This ain't the short bus, buddy.

Billy, you're not ready to be on your own, okay?

You can trust me.

It's not too late to put this right. We can do that, you and I.

What do you want, freak?

I had to get to Castle before they put him in the system.

He called you?

Yeah.

He, uh, made it obvious what would happen if I didn't get him out of there,

and it's nothing we want.

The terms of the deal we made with him were pretty clear.

Castle was on his own.

Yeah, well, I guess that's the problem with telling lies and covering things up.

You can't really trust anyone afterwards.

A lie that was designed to protect you.

Oh, don't pretend you did it for me.

Where is he now?

I, uh, dropped him off outside the city. Told him to get lost.

Why not leave him in the middle of Ohio?

He wanted to come here.

Did he come here because of Russo?

No.

I didn't even tell him about Russo.

We'll talk about Russo when I get back.

You can decide on living arrangements between yourselves. I'll go to a hotel.

Do not leave, Frank. For anything.

Frank?

Yeah.

Okay.

Your mother tells me you still won't talk to anyone.

How often do you talk to my mom?

How often do you?

I think you need to talk to someone.

Look, I completed the department's required counseling.

Yes, you did.

And then, twice a day, you went and sat at the foot of Russo's bed.

But now you want me to believe you have no plans to go after him?

You told me not to.

What happens when Castle does hear about Russo?

You may have brought the war right back to our doorstep.

Are you gonna help her?

Is she gonna help us?

Why are we here? In New York? In her place?

What? Is she, like, your ex or something?

Because this place looks like it belongs to a serial killer.

Which would make sense.

Who else keeps everything this neat? You know what I mean?

I wouldn't be surprised, honestly,

to find a nicely-stacked pile of arms in the freezer.

God damn it.

Why do you have a Homeland Security chopper on call

like it's an Uber?

Who are you...

Frank?

You're gonna take the bedroom.

I'll take the couch.

...do so by contacting the Red Cross.

And now, breaking news.

Police are searching for Billy Russo,

who has escaped from a secure hospital facility

and is suspected of several murders.

NYPD says Russo is dangerous and should not be approached.

Russo was last seen wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt

around 7:00 p.m. on the corner of Northern Boulevard and 122nd...

Another.

Please.

And now, a breaking news update.

Police are searching for this man,

who escaped from a secure hospital facility late last night.

The suspect, Billy Russo,

is armed and believed to be extremely dangerous.

If you see him, do not attempt to apprehend him.

Seventeen...

...eighteen...

nineteen...

Twenty.

Pathetic.

How many did you do before?

I knew this...

this recruiter for the corps.

Told me that they like to ask that same question.

This one kid, he says, "50," or "100."

I mean, whatever. Who cares, right?

What he wanted...

was the kid who said,

"I don't know," or...

or, "More than the next guy."

The kid who didn't know what he was capable of.

What did you say?

They never asked me that one.

Shit.

Jesus. I can't even walk across the room without breaking a sweat.

Is that ever gonna end?

You're only six months into your recovery, Billy.

You've achieved a lot in a very short time.

Yeah, wiping my own ass again, that was a real milestone.

We've talked about this.

Be kind to yourself.

Hang in there.

Like the... Like the, um...

kitten.

The kitten. Hanging on the branch, right?

"Hang in there," it says.

I used to love that.

"Hang in there." I used to have the, uh... the poster.

The poster.

Back in the group home.

As if we had a...

As if we had a choice, you know?

As if we had a choice, you know?

Have you seen the skull...

Have you seen the skull in your dreams lately?

- How often? - Look, I really just...

I hate talking about these dreams. So can we just...

not?

Billy.

Billy.

It's like a knot. We need to work at it.

And we need to break it down so it stops getting in your way.

Okay?

There's this thing I do with my TBI patients.

They make masks that help them represent

what they want to portray to the outside world.

You already have the mask. Why don't you try it?

You want me to...

decorate this thing?

That's exactly what I mean.

Well, I'm not in kindergarten, Doc.

And I ain't gonna finger paint.

Just do me a favor and think on this.

What face do you want the world to see?

Okay, so you wanna fill me in?

I don't think you wanna know.

No?

No, I've probably flushed my career down the toilet for you already, so...

For me?

You're so full of shit, Madani.

Now, see, I called you when I needed you, and you didn't do a goddamn thing, right?

But now I'm here because you need me to deal with Billy.

It must mean that, what, officially, you're not allowed to, right?

Okay.

They thought Billy would die.

Yeah, he was in a coma for six weeks.

Major surgery where you stabbed him. Fed through a tube. Bag on his hip.

Brain injury. Facial reconstruction.

And then he woke up.

But they never thought he would walk, talk, take a shit or...

function again.

And he did all those things.

Okay, Frank?

Russo dragged himself back from hell.

I mean, imagine the strength that requires.

I don't know.

Billy's. Look at it.

You might have moved on, but he hasn't.

He pretended he didn't remember what happened.

He acted like a basket case.

He bided his time and lulled them into thinking he was harmless.

But, as you can see, he knows.

You are all he thinks about.

Good.

Okay, that blood, it's yours and it's mine and it's his.

Maybe you moved on, Frank. Maybe you got closure. Good for you.

But he hasn't.

Okay, the only closure Billy would have understood is a bullet in the head.

For Chrissake. You had the shot. You didn't take it.

- What do you want from me? - You think I don't know that?

I went to see him in the hospital every day once I was recovered.

Because I wanted to hear him admit what he did.

I trusted him just like you.

Yeah, maybe that's why you couldn't kill him either.

- Excuse me? - Maybe, that's why you couldn't kill him either.

- No. Killing him would have been too easy. - Yeah, or too hard.

That why I'm here, Madani? To take the shot that you couldn't?

Just give me names.

Names, places. Anything. Anything I can use to find him.

You know, I would have thought you knew better by now, Madani.

This shit never ends.

Trust me.

Come on, really? Really?

You got to be faster than that.

Come on.

Come on. Stop.

It's me, Curt.

You good?

So much for the peaceful life, huh?

- What the hell you been up to? - Eh, long story.

Are you all right?

Shit, man, you know,

why can't we meet up and go fishing in Florida like normal friends, huh?