War Journal: On the Set of 'The Punisher' Page #4

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- It's my duty to--

- It's your duty to make CastIe dead!

I don't care what it takes,

what it costs.

CaII the Russian.

( knock on door )

Hi.

Mr. CastIe,

we need you heIp right now,

because the guy

who's after Joan

is in her apartment...

right now.

We want you

to have dinner with us.

I know it's not Thanksgiving,

but um...

I'd Iike us to aII say

what we're thankfuI for.

I'II start.

I'm thankfuI

to be aIive this year.

And to have a job.

And to be sober.

Yeah, I'm thankfuI

for my mom...

getting out of jaiI.

You know, it's cooI.

And this girI

gave me her number...

which is aIso cooI.

Thanks for Ieftovers.

I'm fuII.

Thanks for Diet Pepsi.

And thanks for good neighbors.

Thanks for dinner.

There's dessert.

Ice FIorentine.

You have to try

my Ice FIorentine.

Come on, Dave.

Come on.

I need your heIp.

( door opens and cIoses )

( Frank cIears throat )

No, no.

I'II do that.

I know what it's Iike.

I know what it's Iike to try and

make your memories go away.

You can make

new memories.

Good ones.

Good memories

can save your Iife.

I'm not what

you're Iooking for.

( door opens and cIoses )

( ''La Donna MobiIe'' pIays )

La donna mobiIe

QuaI piuma aI vento

Muta d'accento

E di pensiero

Sempre un'amabiIe

Leggiadro--

( knock on door )

( music continues pIaying )

E sempre misero

Chi a Iei s'affida

Chi Ie confida

MaI cauto iI core

Pur mai non sentesi

FeIice appieno

Chi su queI seno

Non Iiba amore

La donna mobiI

QuaI piuma aI vento

Muta d'accento...

( screams )

( growIs )

- ( music stops )

- Did you feeI that?

( music starts again )

No, no, no.

...E di pensier.

( screaming )

Mr. CastIe?

Frank?

I'm fine.

He's not.

- We have to get him to a hospitaI.

- He needs a doctor.

- You need a doctor.

- No hospitaI, no poIice.

- Okay, aII right. AII right.

- I know what he wants.

Okay. Okay.

Jesus.

It sure Iooks Iike you know

what you're doing, Joan.

I don't know much,

but I'm good with a needIe.

Don't ask.

This wiII hurt.

He Iooks weak.

Is he going to die?

Appearances aren't everything.

You can Iet go now.

- We have to move him.

- Where? There's no pIace to go.

What do we do?

( rumbIing )

EIevator.

Nice.

Okay, come on.

Let's go.

CarefuI...

Where's CastIe?

Frank CastIe,

who Iives here.

I asked you a question, fat man.

Leave him aIone.

Then I'II ask you.

Where's CastIe?

He's not here.

GIass:
ReaIIy?

Are you sure?

( mumbIes )

What did you say?

Hmm?

I'm having a difficuIt time

hearing you.

Dave:
I said...

I'm not saying sh*t.

I don't want you to say sh*t,

I want you to answer me.

You don't want to say anything

about anything you might know?

( grunts )

Maybe we shouId get to know

each other a IittIe better.

What's your name?

Dave.

You go to schooI around here?

- You don't go to schooI?

- No.

No, I dropped out.

You dropped out?

You're not doing drugs,

are you?

Not right now.

And what are you doing

with aII this stuff?

What is it?

Piercings.

Piercings?

Did it hurt

when you did that?

Not reaIIy.

You Iike that?

Did it hurt a IittIe bit?

That's a speciaI one there,

isn't it?

Is that your favorite?

That's hard to get.

Yeah.

Answer my question,

pIease.

No.

- GIass:
Come here.

- Dave:
No.

Your friend 's about

to have a bad day.

You can save him by taIking.

It doesn't have

to be this way.

You think you know

about pain, boy?

What do you know

about pain?

That's okay.

That's okay.

- Are you going to teII me?

- ( Dave grunting )

Dave? Dave?

Are you going to teII me?

- No!

- Huh?

Why don't you and I see if we can

discover the true nature of pain?

Stop.

Come here, Dave.

Come on, come on.

- You want to taIk to me?

- No!

- You can taIk to me.

- ( Dave cries )

- TaIk to me, Dave.

- ( Dave screams )

If they knew,

they wouId have taIked.

They must not have known.

If--

when he shows up...

kiII him.

( phone rings )

Go ahead.

John:
CastIe's aIive.

The Russian's dead.

- Where is Quentin?

- Home. I'm at the office.

CIose the cIub.

Get everyone in.

We're going hunting.

I'II be back after 10:00.

DarIing?

It's Thursday.

Bye, sweetie.

Look what they did to him.

They tried to make me taIk.

I gave them nothing.

You don't know me.

You don't owe me anything.

I've brought you nothing but troubIe.

Why are you ready

to die for me?

Because, you're one of us.

You're famiIy.

Get him to a hospitaI.

Come on, champ,

they'II get you aII fixed up.

Say you kiII them aII...

then what?

What makes you

any different from them?

They have something to Iose.

You're gonna die tonight,

aren't you?

Is that what you want?

Frank's voice:
''I Ieave this

as a decIaration of intent,

so no one wiII be confused.

One:

'Sic vis pacem para beIIum. '

Latin.

The boot camp sergeant

made us recite it Iike a prayer--

'Sic vis pacem para beIIum'--

'If you want peace,

prepare for war. '''

( phone rings )

GIass.

Distorted voice:
Those pictures

of you-- I changed my mind.

The number's now $10,000.

Be at McNab's the men's store

on Broadway at 9:00 PM,

or they'II have

their own website.

- Listen to me, you son of--

- Remember...

Just do it, GIass.

( phone rings )

- Duka speaking.

- You're on.

Mr. Saint,

how do you want me

to pay for this?

Pay for what?

I was detaiIing Mrs. Saint's car

and I found this ticket.

Just take care of it.

Where was it?

The Wyndham HoteI.

- What's that date?

- September 5th.

Last Thursday.

Where did you say Quentin

was Iast Thursday?

The Wyndham HoteI.

But Mrs. Saint was at the movies

Iast Thursday, wasn't she?

- Do you have Quentin's house keys?

- Sure.

I do his Iaundry.

Micky?

Get me Iast month's

phone biII.

Yes, sir.

Need heIp with some

underpants, sir?

Go f*** yourseIf.

Evening, Quentin.

Howard.

- What are you doing here?

- Jim Bowie.

Excuse me?

You know, Jim Bowie,

the coIoneI...

the man who died

in The AIamo--

had a knife named after him.

He was a gambIer.

And when he was accused

of cheating at cards,

what he wouId do is take

the guy in the other room,

move the furniture

Iike so...

then he'd take his knife,

he'd throw it in the ground...

and the one that Ieft...

got the money.

Gee, I didn't know that, Howard.

The onIy probIem is that

you have too much furniture.

I'm not foIIowing this.

- I'm accusing you.

- Of what?

Cheating.

I've never taken

a cent from you.

Where were the two of you going

to do it next time, the Wyndham?

- Two who?

- You and the whore.

I don't know

what you are taIking about.

Oooh.

( Iaughs )

You're good.

You shouId have been

a stage actor.

Maybe next Iifetime.

What are you doing?

You better pick up

the knife, Quentin.

If you don't, I wiII.

I don't need to grab

a knife, Howard.

This isn't funny, Howard.

Whoa!

What?

What?!

How Iong have you

worked for me?

You think I'm an idiot?

Have you Iost your mind--

( grunts )

You were my brother.

I gave you everything, didn't I?

But it wasn't enough.

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