Marvel's The Punisher

Look out!

Damn it.

Turn off the engine! Get out of the car!

Now what?

One more when you have a chance. Thank you.

That's for you.

- Sure you don't want to run a tab? - No, no.

Just one beer at a time. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hey, Ringo.

Curse of a youthful complexion, I guess.

- What will it be? - Sprite with lemon and ice.

What are you looking at?

- Sorry. - What are you looking at, rough road?

- "Rough road"? - As in, "40 Miles of," "face like."

- What? - Hey, look, you're staring at me, kid.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Anything else? - No.

Whoa.

Charmer.

Right.

Rough road.

That was kinda funny, though.

You liked that, huh?

I'll be right with you.

Hey, let me get a pint. And one for you, too.

- Thanks, man. I'll grab it later. - Have it with me now.

- I don't drink when I'm working, man. - Come on. I know how this works.

You don't have a drink with me and just keep my seven bucks.

I don't wanna give you this money. I want you to have a drink with me.

- Yeah, why's that? - I think you're a good-looking woman.

'Cause I'm wondering how far those tattoos go.

'Cause I'd like to lick 'em.

And I think, maybe, you might like that, too.

You never know. But I gotta work. And, uh, plenty of ladies in here with tattoos.

Come on. At least give me your number and your name. I'm Johnny.

Johnny, you're gonna have to let go of my arm now.

Hey, hey, lady's trying to work.

How's she gonna pour drinks with you holding onto her arm? Let go.

Thank you. You all right?

Yeah. He's just a drunk.

I must be if I thought you were worth my time...

skank.

That's classy.

I'm sorry, did you say something?

Yeah.

You just made my night.

Shitbird.

- -

You like that? Get out of here.

What are you doing? Don't do...

You got two choices:

you can walk out or I will carry your ass out... like him.

Hey, Ringo. He's good, man. He was helping me out. Can you...

- You good here? - Just get rid of him, will ya?

Get your ass up.

Dealing with assholes like that all the time.

- You shouldn't have to. - Yeah, well...

I could trouble you for another beer?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

Didn't need saving.

- Maybe I just don't like assholes. -

- That's for you. Thank you. - No. It's on me.

No, that's okay. You don't have to do that.

It's on me.

Thank you.

Got a name?

Uh...

- Pete. - Pete.

Beth.

Thank you for the beer, Beth.

- Nice to meet you, Pete. - Yeah.

I give them up...

they will kill me.

Said the bleeding man tied to a chair.

I know you came from New York. Who sent you?

Be smart.

Konchevsky?

Who is that?

I'm...

Doesn't matter. I work...

worked for Fiona.

Ah. Yes, yes. I expected her yesterday. Where is she?

She's dead.

Someone killed them all. I'm the only one left.

- Do you have what I paid for? - Did you hear me?

Someone knows.

Whatever... Whatever this is, they killed them all for it.

Except you.

Bring the photographs to me, I will keep you safe.

No.

Look, whatever this is, I want out of it.

I get the money, you get the photos, and we're done.

Tell me where you are.

Michigan.

- Why are you in Michigan? - I ran.

Last place anyone would ever look for me.

Last place I'd ever look for anything.

It's very noisy there. Very hard to hear you.

Meet me here tomorrow night.

Or else I'm in the wind, and you'll never hear from me again.

Lola's Roadhouse.

Come alone. I'll find you.

Do you believe in providence, Sergei?

I don't even know what that is.

I didn't know about this girl.

I had missed her.

But then she's brought back to me. And that is providence.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You're real luck.

Oh, it is not luck.

Look, I did good for you.

You promised... you'd let me go.

That is not true.

I promised to give you peace.

I don't even know what...

So what brings you here?

I'm just, uh, staying over at the motel.

I heard the music, and it just sounded good, so here I am.

To Michigan?

Uh... Just passing through.

Where to?

Next place I'll be passing through.

- Hmm, I see. A travelin' man, huh? - Yeah.

- Just a regular Sal Paradise. - Uh...

Able to pick up and take off whenever you like, huh?

Yeah. Pretty much.

You got the "man of mystery" thing down. I give you that.

So you come in here and defend my honor and then just vanish into the night?

Nah. You didn't need saving.

- All right, Beth, it's been a pleasure. -

- You leaving tomorrow? - Yeah. Bright and early.

- You want to maybe grab another drink? - No. I think I'm good.

With me?

- Forget I... - Yeah, I'd like that.

This is me.

Okay.

You gotta do me a favor, okay? You promise me you're not an asshole.

Uh...

Isn't that the kind of thing an asshole would do?

Look, my bed's right there.

You know, we can call this a night, no hard feelings. I could just...

Get in.

- Okay. -

- -

You play, huh?

Yeah, you know...

Played in high school.

Bands, moved around, you know. Never quite got the breaks.

The usual shit.

- Thank you. Uh... - Mmm-hmm.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Anyway, somehow I, uh...

always ended up dating the drummer, which everyone knows is, uh...

the worst thing you can do.

It's okay.

- You gonna sit down? - Sure.

When you find yourself getting older

and all you've got is a couple of guitars, a bag of clothes, and...

you realize something's gotta change.

Sometimes things make that decision for you. Right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

You have a, uh... You got a little boy?

- Yes, I do. - Yeah.

Rex. He's, um...

He's eight.

My mom has him when I work at the bar.

Does that bother you?

Why would it?

Just a little too much real life for a traveling man, maybe.

Nah.

Anyway, he's the, uh, best thing that's ever happened to me.

And it's just the two of us. Always has been.