War Journal: On the Set of 'The Punisher' Page #3

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Upset?

Is that the word?

I used to get upset

when I had a fIat tire.

I used to get upset

when a pIane was deIayed.

I used to get upset when

the Yankees won the series.

So if that's what ''upset'' means,

then how do I feeI now?

If you know the word,

teII me, because...

I don't.

( reporters cIamoring )

Taxi!

Enrique, ? qu pas?

Get up.

WheeI the money out.

FiII that up.

You know

whose money this is?

You know

whose buiIding this is?

Howard Saint's.

He's going to f*** your Iife up.

He aIready f***ed

my Iife up.

Now, out the window.

What?

Out the window.

( yeIIing, screaming )

( tires screech, car crashes )

Good business, murder?

Did Saint pay for each one,

or does he get

a group-rate discount?

Reporter:

Our top story this morning,

a doubIe homicide

in downtown Tampa.

Two men were gunned down

in the Iobby of the Saint buiIding...

Reporter #2:
Frank CastIe

is aIive and back in Tampa.

You may remember,

CastIe's the FBI agent

presumed dead...

He speaks six Ianguages,

he did two tours

and 1 2 speciaI Ops CTU.

- What's CTU?

- Counter Terrorism Unit.

At this hour, Tampa poIice

do not have a motive

and no arrests have been made.

That's the Iatest news at this hour...

- ( door opens )

- It's him.

Hi, there.

Mr. CastIe's voice:

I just want to say

that I'm very happy that you're aII

here, very proud that you're aII here.

Frank's voice:
I guess

I've said a Iot of things.

Maria's voice:
We're not Iucky,

we are bIessed.

Maria!

How is he stiII aIive?

I don't know, Quentin.

I wasn't there.

Why is he stiII aIive?

That's an interesting question.

Maybe he's stiII aIive

because he was meant to suffer more.

I don't know.

But how can we make him suffer

if we can't find him?

He's daring us.

No, no, he misses his famiIy

and he wants to die.

He's asking for heIp,

so Iet's heIp him.

Did the Toros caII?

They'II be here

tomorrow morning.

You invited them

to this house?

They invited themseIves, Howard.

Mike, Joe.

WeIcome.

Let's get a drink.

We don't have time

for that, Howard.

Oh my God,

this weather.

Yeah, just a IittIe poIIuted,

don't you think so?

I've seen hurricanes.

I've seen it rain

Iike cats and dogs.

But never in aII my years have I

seen it rain hundred-doIIar biIIs.

Yeah, this rainmaker, CastIe,

he was supposed

to be dead, no?

- Yeah.

- Guys, Iook...

come on...

been working together

for 10 years.

First time anything

Iike this ever happened.

At a personaI Ioss to us

of $50 miIIion, Howard.

That's one time too many.

Do you want us

to find another banker?

No.

Okay.

Look, we want our money back,

aII right?

And we want protection

on the next shipment.

Do you guarantee

our money this time?

With everything I've got.

In 48 hours,

CastIe is a memory.

A pro from Memphis.

The best.

Man:

Come on, Joannie.

Open up the goddamn door,

you f***ing b*tch!

I want to taIk with you now

Honey, you're hurting my feeIings.

Joannie, open up

the goddamn door!

You're hurting my feeIings,

you b*tch!

Hmm, dude?

It's kind of Iate.

Yeah? What time

is it in Hawaii?

You shouId Ieave

right now.

Shut your face,

you Iard ass.

Joannie, come on,

baby, Iet me in.

I'm gonna caII the cops.

Are you?

You'II caII the cops?

You'II caII the cops?

CaII them! CaII them!

CaII them!

CaII them! CaII them!

CaII them!

Hey!

Get out.

( sighs )

What, what, what?

He don't have his tricks anymore?

And the speed?

Huh?

What, what, what--

You shouIdn't pIay

with knives.

( man grunts )

( footsteps, groaning )

No one's ever

stood up for me before.

Come on , champ.

Let's get some ice on that.

Come on.

Frank kicked his ass, huh?

He's fine, he's aII right.

I--

I've Iived in seven cities

in seven years and...

in each one,

I've managed to find

the one guy

who wiII treat me the worst.

But I'm trying to fix that.

You're CastIe.

Used to be.

We saw you on TV.

I don't have one.

I'm Joan.

Dave's the one with aII the--

the metaI.

And Bumpo's is the--

weII, you can probabIy figure out

which one Bumpo is.

We are reaIIy sorry.

About what?

About your famiIy.

Did you know them?

No.

I'm over it.

Joan:

Don't Iet your memories kiII you.

They won't kiII me.

- ( beeping )

- ( engine starts )

( phone rings )

- GIass.

- Quentin GIass?

Who is this?

Distorted voice:
I have

certain photographic studies

of you and your boyfriend.

Meet me at the bar,

at the Wyndham HoteI.

Bring $5,000, and

I'II give you the photos.

You wouIdn't want Howard Saint

to see them, Mr. GIass.

Thank you, sir.

Have a good night.

Quentin is Iate.

Do you know were he is?

- I have no idea.

- Have you seen your mother?

It's Thursday, Pop.

Right. Movies.

Mr. Saint?

I know where Mr. GIass is.

I saw him puIIing into

the Wyndham HoteI a coupIe of hours ago.

( both Iaughing )

Howard?

Come here.

I was just teIIing Quentin

about the movie.

Where have you been,

Quentin?

I've been Iooking for you.

I dozed off

out by the pooI.

- That's funny.

- What's funny?

Micky said that he saw you

at the Wyndham.

Micky shouId have

his eyes checked.

So he's mistaken?

Yes, Howard,

he's mistaken.

Oh, my goodness.

These pancakes

are reaIIy good, Joan.

What's he been doing

for the Iast few days?

Drinking.

A Iot.

( beIIs rings )

Good morning, sir.

Sit anywhere you Iike.

I can hear

what you're thinking

AII your doubts

and fears

And if you

Iook in my eye

In time, you'II find

the reason I'm here

And in time, aII things

shaII pass away

In time, you may

come back some day

To Iive once more

Or die once more

But in time, your time

wiII be no more.

Do I know you?

I know you.

You're that boy

in the newspaper,

came back from the dead.

I didn't catch your name.

You Iike that song?

I wrote that for you.

I'm gonna sing it

at your funeraI.

You are one dumb

son of a b*tch.

Bring a knife

to a gunfight.

Ms rpido, ms rpido!

Come on, Iet's move.

Let's move!

( faint beeping )

( screams )

AII of it? AII?

Look at this, Joe.

- This is what I'm taIking about.

- Don't touch me, cojones.

Don't teII the Toros,

tiII we have a pIan.

Look at this pIace.

Isn't it beautifuI?

Howard, we had chicken

a Ia Havana tonight.

Very tasty.

Don't touch the Cubans.

Have you heard the news?

A shipment of cash

was torched at MaIaqui.

Whose money was it, huh?

Our mother aIways put

her cash in the mattress,

which I thought

it was a good idea

tiII the house burned down.

It was a big fire.

She Iost everything.

That's what happens

when you don't watch

your money.

You Iose everything, Howard.

Everything.

One went bad

and I get this, why?

Because you want to scare me?

There's no insurance

in this business. You know that.

So I'm not covering

you f***ing Iosses.

And Mike, if you don't Iike it,

just remember one thing:

I've got more guns

than you do.

It's not even Cuban,

Howard.

It's Honduran.

They're animaIs.

With aII due respect,

we don't have more guns.

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