Punisher: War Zone Page #3

What's the matter, Billy?

Just when I think I'm okay...

...I see my reflection somewhere...

...and I look horrible.

What has he done to me?

No, no, no, don't.

Don't cry, brother.

Everything is gonna be all right.

I promise you two things:

One, I will find Castle...

...and I will kill him slowly and painfully.

And two, you will never, ever

have to look at your reflection again...

...as long as you're with me.

You're not in Transylvania anymore,

Cristu.

We don't talk vampire.

It's Russian.

My man is concerned.

If Punisher can do this to your face...

...what might he do to our deal?

The tongue stretches further

than most people think.

Ask your man

how he's gonna talk that sh*t...

...when I pull it from his mouth.

Enough.

The Punisher is not a problem.

The docks are mine.

My looks have nothing to do with this.

Everybody...

...from the local security

to international customs is in my pocket.

Quite frankly, this job doesn't get done

without me.

My most sincere apologies.

My father always say

never insult your host.

Sounds like a reasonable man.

You don't know of my father.

Three days.

It has to be 12 million.

We agree on 10.

We both know...

...that this biological sh*t

you're bringing in isn't leaving the city.

You're selling it

to the ragheads in Queens.

The ports have been crawling

with suits from Homeland.

Gonna take a lot of payola

to keep it quiet.

Always knew you'd be a good boss,

Billy.

Thanks, brother.

Latin Kings.

Let him go, Frank.

You know this piece of sh*t?

Ex piece of sh*t.

Yeah.

He's a regular choirboy.

- F*** you, cracker.

- Language.

It's a genius racket.

You know how the cops

always run those gun buy-backs?

Except they never work.

Because what banger

is gonna trust a cop, right?

Well, these drive-by wack jobs,

they just love Carlos here.

They get one look at that ink...

...and they know he's for real.

We get the guns off the street to you.

Never once seen a banger

that could quit.

Too f***ing stupid.

He's straight, Frank.

Hey, Mom, Frank's here.

He says eat up, huh?

How's she doing?

Yeah, well.

As long as she's got her cooking shows,

she's good.

It's the only thing she notices.

But, hey, that's something, right?

Listen, I...

I just came around to tell you

that I'm going out of town for a while.

Out of town?

I'm sorry.

I never thought of The Punisher

taking a long weekend.

I'm not planning on coming back.

So I take it things didn't go so well

at the Donatelli home?

Are you aware

that Billy Russoti survived?

I heard.

Let the cops take care of him.

You and I know

they got nothing on him.

Their hands are tied.

This is where The Punisher comes in.

This is why I believe in you,

why I supported you all these years.

You want me to tell you when

something happens to Mrs. Donatelli?

That's what's gonna happen.

You don't think

he's gonna go for revenge?

It's not a question of if,

it's a matter of when.

- Pull a couple of Berettas.

- For what?

Three...

...two...

...one.

Russoti is the last one, then I'm done.

From your lips to God's ears.

You know where I can find him?

I don't have a fix on him.

You wiped out his associates

that are known to me.

I saw him with some new guys.

Leader was black, dreadlocks.

Did some acrobatic stuff over the roofs.

That's Maginty

and his urban free-flow gang.

He's a mean motherf***er.

He's on a constant meth high.

Well, come on.

You wanna find this guy or not?

You boys play nice.

- I've been looking for you.

- Agent Budiansky, take a load off.

I need to go see Castle.

Where do I find him?

Rats, you know, he just left.

Wait, wait, wait.

You know what I like to do?

I like to sit in my car...

...and listen to the CB radio

and follow the crime.

We might just run into him.

It's never worked for me in five years...

...but I'm not the luckiest guy

on the planet, y'know?

Let's go through the back door.

Maginty and his boys are planning to hit

a convenience store on 45th and 2nd.

Suspects are armed and dangerous.

I repeat,

suspects are armed and dangerous.

Let's do this.

Really?

Just drive the car.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, f***.

Please.

Please.

- Don't kill me.

- Russoti.

- Where is he?

- Your man, Jigsaw.

I was just with him. He was supposed

to give me some dough for a job.

But turns out...

...he don't have any anymore.

He forgot he gave a whole bunch

to that FBI rat bastard.

So he went to go see

Donatelli's wee b*tch to get it back.

Something for something.

Mr. Punisher, sir.

So when did Donattelli go undercover?

We were partners in narcotics.

Unfortunately, most of the blow

we confiscated ended up in my nose.

Internal Affairs

tried to get Nicky to rat me out.

He wouldn't.

So they send him undercover.

He's dead because of me.

So you still skiing the old alps?

No.

That's in the past.

- Holy sh*t.

- Sh*t.

Drive around,

meet me on the other side.

Mommy.

Hello, Mrs. Donatelli.

Or will you be calling yourself Miss

from now on?

What do you want from us?

I'm looking for my money...

...which your rat of a husband

stole from me.

We don't have it, I swear to God.

How about you, sweetcheeks?

Would you also like to swear

on an imaginary friend?

Make sure they don't move.

- We'll look for the money.

- Hey, kid.

Freeze, a**hole!

You're under arrest.

Stay out of my way.

Listen to me.

Russoti is headed

to the Donattelli house.

He's probably already there.

You have to let me go.

You have the right to shut the f*** up!

Mommy.

Damn it. Cops.

- Evening, officers.

- Is everything okay in there?

No.

Everything is not okay.

Follow me.

Officer.

Oh, no, you don't.

Well, well, well.

This day was bound to come

sooner or later, wasn't it?

Have you heard back

from the patrol car?

Soap.

I tried a couple of times.

There was no answer.

Listen, we gotta get out of here

before more pigs arrive.

- No!

- Where is my f***ing money?

My husband has a safe

upstairs in the bedroom.

I don't know if it's there

but I can give you the combination.

Oh, how cute.

Is that your dead husband's birthday?

Let me help you.

- Get him to the station.

- You bet.

Let me out.

You know, Frank...

...throwing you a tip now and again

is one thing.

Password to the crime database

et cetera, but letting you go?

- Soap.

- Fine.

How you doing?

Nineteen.

F***!

F*** that...

What was that?

Go check it out.

What the f*** are you waiting for,

Christmas?

Now.

You, sit down.

I'm calling this in.

Put your hands behind your back.

Goddamn it, Castle!

Where do you think you're going?

Castle!

I repeat, request immediate backup.

Don't worry, I'm here.

Give me your f***ing gun.

F***!

Stay right where you f***ing are.

We did it, Budiansky, huh?

Would you mind explaining to me...

...how a handcuffed criminal

escapes custody...

...from the back of your locked car?

That Castle's a slippery one.

You'll be safe here.

We can manage on our own.

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