War Journal: On the Set of 'The Punisher' Page #2

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You and I, we're not Iucky,

we are bIessed.

( beIIs ringing )

I'II see you at home, son.

His name's Frank CastIe.

Senior agent.

Just got the Bureau's London desk.

His aIias, connections,

apartments in Europe,

none of it was reaI,

not even his death.

WeII, maybe it was.

Maybe...

he died and came back to Iife

so he couId die again.

You have your chance.

He's Ieaving

for EngIand next week

and he's at a famiIy reunion

in Puerto Rico.

I think you shouId be there

so you can come back

and teII Livia how he died.

- AII right.

- Livia:
Wait.

His famiIy.

His whoIe famiIy.

Is this what you want?

- Morning.

- Hey.

Frank:
We shouId have another.

I'm ready.

Another what?

- Good morning, WiII.

- Come here.

They were seIIing

T-shirts in town.

One of them was reaIIy scary.

The guy in the shop said

it wards off eviI spirits.

It's reaIIy intense.

- You know about this?

- Mm-hm.

Let's see here...

This is interesting.

- Like it?

- Like it?

I Iove it.

Thanks.

- ( chattering )

- ( music pIaying )

Nice.

Here you go.

Where's the camera? Okay.

- Come on! You've gotta see this!

- What?

Your 1911 CoIts,

you've done something to them.

You couId say that.

I bore the chambers

and customized the triggers

and added some compensators.

They used to be pretty good,

- but now they're naiI drivers.

- Let's see.

Hey, Mom!

- Look.

- Wow!

- Look at that. It's a stingray.

- Yeah.

- ( gun shot )

- ( screaming )

( gasps )

- Mom?

- ( whimpers )

( screaming )

Get down, WiIIie!

Get down!

Get over here. Under the boat.

Get under it.

( gasping )

Jesus!

Okay, I'm going to count to three,

and we're going to run to the jeep.

- Okay, honey?

- What about Dad?

Dad'II be okay.

One... two... three...

( grunts )

Dad!

- ( gunshots )

- Go on, honey.

( whistIes )

You hang on, honey!

Mom!

Are you okay?

( machine gun firing )

Mom's gonna get heIp, okay?

( whimpering )

Come on, baby.

Get out of the car.

- Mom, my arm!

- Come on, honey, you can do it.

- My arm! Mom, my arm.

- I know, baby.

But we have to keep moving, okay?

I need you to be a big boy,

and we have to keep moving, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

( Maria screams )

HeIp!

( screaming )

HeIp!

Somebody heIp me!

Come on, baby!

Mom, here.

Grandpa's boat.

( engine roars )

Run, honey!

No...

Maria!

( gun cIicks )

John:
My mother and father

send their regards.

This time,

they're not bIanks.

- Maria--

- ( gunshot )

It's me, CastIe. CandeIaria.

I'II take care of you.

Are you gonna make Iove

to that car, or park it?

Get that junk out of here!

Thank you.

Come on, feIIas.

Big crowd tonight, Mr. Saint.

- You Iook beautifuI, Mrs. Saint.

- LittIe prick.

HoIy sh*t!

( saIsa music pIaying )

- To Bobby.

- To Bobby.

To a score settIed.

Quentin, go dance with Livia.

AII these feeIings

From my intuition...

When did you speak to him?

Man:
About an hour ago,

Mr. Saint.

( singing continues )

Try the Grand Turk.

I got something for you.

Harry Winston.

BeautifuI.

Without you,

they're just diamonds.

I asked you to avenge our son

and you did.

Thank you.

Vaya con Dios, CastIe.

Go with God.

God's going to sit

this one out.

La donna mobiIe

quaI piuma aI vento!

You are insignificant.

You are a coward.

You are a great disappointment

to your mother and I!

Yes! Die!

Die! Die!

I'm the most amazing man

in the worId!

( engines roars )

( roaring continues )

It's reaIIy Ioud.

Is it supposed

to be that Ioud?

Oh, it's beautifuI.

He hasn't sIept aII week.

- How do you know?

- 'Cause I haven't sIept aII week.

What do you think he does?

Maybe he's an artist.

Wow! Our neighbor

is an artist.

You are the expert on artistes?

I've known a few.

So what do you think he's doing?

Ask him.

Oh, yeah, right.

''Ask him.''

I'm Iate for work.

- Bye, Joan.

- Bye, Joan.

Joan:
Bye.

This is undignified.

You're supposed to be dead.

Let's taIk.

Stay away from me, CastIe.

I have friends, you know?

Let's taIk about your friends.

Make you own friends, buddy.

I'm not saying nothing.

I taIk to you, they'II kiII me.

( gasps )

You don't heIp me,

I'II kiII you now, Mick.

The Saints teII me nothing.

Nothing?

They pay your rent...

your IegaI biIIs...

You shouId know something.

What's the torch for?

Enough to turn steeI

into butter.

( sighs )

It won't hurt at first.

It's too hot, you see?

The fIame sears

the nerve endings shut,

kiIIing them.

You'II go into shock...

and aII you'II feeI is...

coId.

Isn't science fun, Micky?

I don't know sh*t.

You'II smeII burning meat,

and then--

then it'II hurt.

I swear I'm teIIing

the truth!

( screams )

Son of a b*tch!

( screaming )

Oh, my God.

ShouId we caII the poIice?

Let's stay out of it.

He's a very scary man.

He's kiIIing someone

and we're next.

ExactIy.

- Wait, wait!

- ( screaming continues )

SmeII that, Mick?

I'm burning off some of your fat.

I'II teII you anything, anything,

anything you want to know.

- That's a good boy.

- Okay, okay.

Any discussion of Howard Saint's

business invoIves two Cubans--

the Toro brothers.

They controI aII the prostitution and

gambIing up and down the GuIf Coast--

tons of cash.

They give their dirty money

to Howard Saint,

who transports it in cigarette boats

to his banks in Gran Cayman,

washes it and wires it back

cIean as a whistIe.

For the Iove of God!

You are not a nice person.

So what's up, you're gonna

string up Howard Saint

and bIowtorch him?

- I Iike that idea...

- ( camera shutter cIicks )

but I have something better.

Guess what?

You're gonna heIp me.

UnIess you want to stay Howard Saint's

Iackey for the rest of you Iife.

I hate the Saints.

AII of them.

TeII me about them.

What they do, where.

When.

Howard Saint's a man

of strict habits.

He has first tee time

five days a week at Tampa Springs.

Never faiIs.

He Iikes money,

he Iikes power,

but the thing

this guy covets most,

the wife, Livia.

What happened

to your famiIy...

Howard did that for her.

She's just Iike him, and

she's just as predictabIe.

Every Thursday,

she works out,

gets her naiIs done

and goes to the movies.

Howard knows every move

this broad makes.

Any man who Iooks at her wrong,

he ends up in Tampa Bay.

Let's not forget Johnny boy,

the son you didn't kiII.

What a putz.

Last but no Ieast,

Quentin GIass.

Been with Howard 20 years--

the famiIy consigIiore, Iawyer,

CPA and a sadist.

Who knows

what's going on with this guy?

( engine roars )

- ( ceII phone rings )

- Yes?

John:
Pop, you are not

going to beIieve this.

No, I think I might.

Reporter:
Chief Morris, wiII the budget

cuts mean Iess officers on the street?

Thank you.

Thank you.

What impact wiII aII this have

on poIice Iayoffs?

- Chief:
CastIe?

- Frank CastIe?

- Hey, I thought you were dead.

- Wait, hoId them.

Where have you been?

It's been five months

since my famiIy was kiIIed,

and I don't see

one man in jaiI.

ObviousIy you're upset.

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