Marvel's The Punisher

You nervous, Bill?

Come on, these guys ain't shit. Ain't nothin', Bill. Ain't nothin'.

- Pain is only temporary, right? - That's right.

Go get 'em, devil dog. Go get 'em.

- Russo! Russo! Russo! - Come on, Bill!

Russo! Russo! Russo!

Russo! Russo!

Russo! Russo! Russo! Russo! Russo!

You're nothing, bitch ass.

Get up, pretty boy.

Castle! Castle! Castle! Castle!

Castle! Castle!

Is that your nose, or did a bus park on your face?

I love you, man.

Marine salvage, huh? She said that?

- Yeah. - That kid's a trip.

That's some deep shit that she's in.

The both of you.

The bounty on your head, that's no joke.

Five mil?

A man can do a lot with that.

Hey, don't get yourself any ideas, Curt.

I know you want to replace that shitbag car of yours.

Ain't gonna be no bounty if there's nobody alive to pay it.

- 'Cause that's what you do. - Yeah, you bet your ass it is.

You got something you wanna say about that, Curt?

Nah, it's all been said.

And here we are...

in the rain.

You know them both well.

Yeah, I got a real insight.

Maybe if you did, you'd be drinking, too.

I might have some wine.

If you're staying.

Sure.

I've got nowhere else to go anyway.

We can sit in here.

It's a little less therapeutic and more friendly.

Is that what we are now, friends?

We can be.

No offense, but it looks like you need one.

Does "friends" come with a confidentiality clause?

You can write me a check if it makes you feel better, Dinah.

- Red? - Yeah.

I feel like I'm just doing things.

And for what? None of it changes the fact that two of my partners have been killed.

I owe it to them to put Billy in prison,

and I feel like I can't move on until I do,

but I'm never any closer to it.

Look, forgive the clinical language,

but that feeling is what we call a death equivalent.

People who survive a near-fatal injury

often feel like they're living a waking death

and nothing matters and they have no power.

It's totally normal.

Okay, so what do I do about it?

You talk about it.

Talk?

What I should've done is shoot Billy when I had the chance.

Or let Castle do it.

He was there that night?

Yeah.

The three of us.

Maybe we still are.

Get it out, Dinah. Talk to me.

Frank Castle, Billy Russo, whatever you wanna share.

Let it out before it kills you.

You can't start to understand Billy until you understand Frank.

When Frank smashed Billy into that mirror...

he was looking at himself.

I never wanted you involved in this shit, Curtis.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'd probably be dead or locked up if you didn't jump in, though.

Hey...

no one I'd rather be on this roof with than you.

Maybe except Billy?

Back in the days?

How good was he in a firefight, huh?

But now we know why.

'Cause he's stone-cold crazy.

Yeah. The truth is...

even if I had known it, you know...

I probably wouldn't have given a shit.

When you think about half those assholes from back then, you know...

I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire in the real world.

But over there, I'd take a bullet for 'em in a heartbeat.

I miss that.

I never saw anything about Bill, you know?

I should have. I should've seen it. I should've...

You should have what? Stopped Billy from being Billy?

Come on, Frank.

Maybe I could've helped him.

When have you ever known for Billy Russo to ask for help?

When have I ever asked for help?

I'm the same.

But here you are, on this roof with me.

You're the only one that's different, Curtis.

All that time we spent training to kill people,

you were trained to put 'em back together.

You know, help 'em, heal 'em.

Me and Bill, not so much.

Hey, hey, cut it out.

Stop that. You're nothing alike.

He was lying the whole time.

And maybe he didn't know it himself,

but he was something else, something empty.

That right there, that's the difference, Frank.

You give a shit about people.

He doesn't.

You know, I remember...

I remember killing every one of 'em, Curtis.

You know, just...

They're dead.

Sometimes, I think that's all I got.

Just me and the ghosts.

Blessed are the merciful...

for they shall obtain mercy.

That's nice.

You have no mercy coming.

I wasn't talking about me.

Make it dirty, boys.

Hey, man, listen...

I didn't know it was gonna go down like that.

You think Billy can still be helped.

But there's no logic in that.

Humans don't work by logic.

We think we do, and we want to, but in the end we...

We're just ruled by instinct and emotion, and we justify it to ourselves afterwards.

- Even you? - Even me.

You know, men think they're tougher than us?

And too many of us believe it, but it's bullshit.

They're just way better at forgiving themselves than we are.

They pulled you into their war.

But that doesn't mean you have to participate...

or choose sides.

I'm sorry if this is blunt, but how is Castle any different from Billy?

If we're not judged by the things we do, then how are we judged?

Castle's family was gunned down right in front of him,

and he couldn't do anything about it.

The only way to make sense of that is to stop it from happening to someone else.

What happened to Castle doesn't give him the right

- to choose who lives and who dies. - No, it doesn't.

You have to tally up the good someone's done

compared to the bad they've done, and you see where they come out.

He's murdered a lot of people. He wants to murder Billy Russo.

- Never anyone innocent. - Who decides who's innocent?

I've seen him risk his life without a second thought

to save women or kids.

So...

What? He's exempt because of some archaic idea of chivalry?

No, he is exempt because if Frank ever did the things Billy has done,

he would feel like he was burning in hell.

Slow it down. Slow down. I paid for an hour.

You wanted Molly. I called my guy. I called my guy who delivers.

You're not my guy.

What the hell, man?

Who the shit are you...

Hi, Linda, it's Curtis.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Hey, look, I think I'm on the mend, but I'm still not feeling great.

Uh-huh.

Look, I'm telling you, whatever this is, nobody wants it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Look, uh... Look... Yeah, I appreciate that. Look, I...

And I'll call you whenever I'm feeling up to it.

Thank you.

Yeah, yeah, I appreciate it.

Hey. Bravo. You even did the voice and everything.

- Shit. - She fall for that shit?

- I just keep shoveling lies. - Atta boy.

- I told her I had some stomach thing? - Yup.

The rampant shits.

Nice. Nice.

Yeah. Here.

You know, this is the real world.

I'd like... I'd like it to be there when this is all done.

You know, most people don't have a Frank Castle.

They just pay their premiums and trust the system.

You're hilarious.

- Are we set? - Yeah.

Any back doors?

Yeah, there's a tunnel.

That's out by the parking lot there.

Every rat's got a rat run.

- You ever heard of the Hashashin? - The Hasha-who?

The Hashashin, the original cult of assassins.

No.

During the Crusades, there was this dude who organized a bunch of fighters.

He used their desire to defend the Holy Land for his own vendettas.

He'd send them on suicide missions and shit.

He made them feel special,

fed them the finest foods, girls, drugs, all of that.

And the only way they can get it is doing exactly what he told 'em.

And that's what Billy's doing.

These guys just want to be a part of something,

and Billy's giving that to 'em.

Now here you come, trying to go in there and take it all away.

They're not gonna like that.

- They're not gonna like it, Frank. - They're gonna have to get over it.

- Man, they're just... - 'bout 15 guys in there.