Punisher: War Zone Page #2

this Punisher's been wreaking havoc.

And you haven't once caught a break.

I'm waist deep in sh*t 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.

Room 12.

The basement.

Agent Budiansky? Did I get that right?

The captain told me

you were coming in.

Welcome to The Punisher Task Force.

I'm Detective Martin Soap.

Pleasure.

Make yourself at home.

You have a degree

in Behavioral Psychology?

Surprised?

That's okay. Most people are.

So, what do you actually do here?

Here?

This is ground zero.

I've shadowed his every step

for the last five years.

I've documented every murder

that fit his profile...

...and I've collected intelligence

on all known associates.

Take a look at this.

Six years ago...

...Frank Castle

was a Special Forces instructor.

And a simple family man.

One day, he takes his wife and kids

for a picnic...

...and by chance or fate,

depending on which you believe in...

...they witnessed a mob execution.

When they were discovered...

But Castle survived.

Since then, he's been taking down

one crime family after another.

I'm really close, Budiansky.

Only thing getting in my way

is some bad luck.

But I have a feeling

that's about to change.

You know, I've been waiting

for someone like you.

Take a look at some of the case files.

Get a lay of the land.

I'll get us a pie from Milano's.

Best pizza in the city.

Which drawer?

- What?

- The alleged Punisher murders.

All of them.

What do you want, Micro?

You ever heard of jihadi-blogger.com?

I'm posing

as a one-armed Wahhabi warrior...

...who took a crap in a cave

next to Bin Laden.

I think I can score you

a couple of rocket launchers.

What do you want?

Haven't seen you in a while.

Brought you some treats.

It's gun show season in Virginia.

No background checks, no problems.

That's too much, Frank.

Call it a retirement package.

I know this thing with the fed

is eating you up...

...but that doesn't mean

you pack up your tent.

We all make mistakes, Frank.

You're fighting a war

against the a**holes...

...who slip through the raindrops,

who get away with it.

In any war, there's collateral damage.

You know that.

Collateral damage?

I killed an agent in the field.

One of the good guys.

He had a family.

You didn't know.

I f***ed up, Micro.

Now, please...

...just leave me alone.

Where the f***'s Nicky?

He...

...didn't make it.

Nicky was a f***ing rat.

For the feds.

What about my money?

We already went to his place

and tore it apart.

No sign of a safety deposit key

or nothing.

Does he got any next of kin?

- Somebody to carry on the family name?

- Yeah.

Something about a wife and a girl.

Good.

Let's look there.

You got it.

Hey, doc.

Where you been?

- Am I glad to see you.

- Hi, Billy.

Should've seen those f***ing brascioles

at the clinic.

Must have bought their f***ing

medical degrees off the Internet.

How did you end up at a free clinic?

Insurance said I missed a payment.

Can you f***ing believe that?

Okay. Before we do this...

...I need you to understand the severity

of your injuries.

You shouldn't have been able

to survive this.

Well, that's why I'm here, doc.

I have the best plastic surgeon

in all of New York.

Your facial muscles, tendons,

bone structure, everything...

...was destroyed.

And there wasn't a single square inch

of skin left intact.

Just take it off already.

Okay.

Let's do this.

I'm gonna need you

to sit forward a little bit.

All right.

Okay.

Polymers...

...a few strategically placed

alloy plates...

...and just a little bit of horse hide.

A little bit of what?

I need to talk to my doctor alone.

Yeah. Yeah, of course, Billy.

The f***'s the matter with you?

You can't control yourself?

You know how sensitive he is.

I'm sorry, Pops, it's just, I've...

Have you ever seen anything so...?

Just shut the f*** up.

You okay, boss?

Much better. Thanks.

I'll be in the car.

No more distractions.

We need to focus on my goals.

One:

We need to get my money back.

Two, we're gonna get rid

of Frank Castle.

But he took out, like, 30 of us.

I mean, how are we gonna kill him

before he'll kill us?

My brother will take care of that.

- Loony Bin Jim?

- Shut the f*** up.

His name is James.

Not Loony Bin Jim, not LBJ. James.

I'm sorry. It's a good idea.

Really, it is.

Don't mind him.

He doesn't think before he talks,

just like his mother.

Sorry about that, Billy.

Billy is dead.

From now on...

...you call me Jigsaw.

He's mine.

Hey, Billy, f*** you!

Daddy!

How are we doing today,

Loony Bin Jim?

Yummy, yummy.

So good.

- What?

- Dr. Basner. Open up!

Yes, doctor.

Billy?

Is that you?

It is.

You look fantastic, brother.

Ink, cut these off, now.

Pittsy, go open the doors

of every other cell...

...lead everybody out the front door.

- Sure thing, Billy.

Jigsaw.

I'll take care of this guy.

Oh, no, brother.

Fatso's mine.

Of course.

I'm gonna get my applesauce back.

Did you know...

...kidneys and applesauce

are a delicacy in Sweden?

Did you know that?

Yes.

Yummy, yummy, yummy

in my tummy, tummy, tummy.

No.

What do you say, boss?

- Stuff might come in handy.

- What for?

Well, in case he starts,

you know, not feeling so good.

I think he's doing just great.

You're in my light.

For the next time

someone gets in your light.

Step the f*** away from my little girl.

Mom, that's a dad word.

Go inside, Grace.

You're messing with the wrong family

on the wrong day, a**hole.

You, you're...

What are you doing here?

What makes you think

you could come here?

- You'll scare the girl.

- Shut up.

Shut your mouth.

- I'm sorry.

- I said shut up.

What's this?

Something to help out.

No.

No, you don't get to do that.

You don't get to shoot my husband

in cold blood and then stop at the ATM.

It's for your daughter.

This is what you deserve.

What you did to Nick.

Who punishes you?

He taught you how to shoot.

A good agent keeps his family safe...

...but he couldn't always be here.

He took you out to the range.

He showed you what to do.

This is where you do it.

Squeeze...

...don't pull.

I can't find my red pen.

Mom, I need it.

You take it.

Is this it, boss?

Yeah.

Nice, brother.

- Is it yours?

- Not yet.

Old Cesare used to rent it

to screw hookers.

Let's go inside

before I freeze my f***ing balls off.

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