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The Punisher is a 2004 film about a former Special Forces soldier and FBI agent who starts a one-man war on criminal offense after his family is murdered past gangsters, in retaliation for their boss's own son's demise. Based on the Marvel Comics character.

Directed by Jonathan Hensleigh. Written by Jonathan Hensleigh and Michael France.

"Not vengeance. Punishment."

Frank Castle [edit]

• God, I detest this task. (While climbing out of a body handbag.)
• Practiced business, murder? Does Saint pay you for each one, or does he get a grouping-rate discount?
• You shouldn't play with knives.
• God'southward gonna sit this 1 out.
• (v.o., from trailer) They murdered my family unit. They idea they murdered me. My actions are not vengeance. No, non vengeance. Punishment.
• (v.o.) I leave this as a proclamation of intent and then no one volition exist confused. Number ane: Sic vis pacem, para bellum. Latin. The boot-camp sergeant made us recite it similar a prayer. Sic vis pacem, para bellum - "If you lot want peace, prepare for war."
• (5.o.) Number two: Frank Castle is dead. He died with his family. Number 3: In certain extreme situations, the law is inadequate. In order to shame its inadequacy it is necessary to act outside the constabulary. To pursue... natural justice. This is not vengeance. Revenge is not a valid motive, it's an emotional response. No, not vengeance. Penalisation.
• You look similar a potent kid. You must work out. Ever try isometrics? This antipersonnel mine weighs eight pounds. Not much, but try holding it with an outstretched arm. Hell of a conditioning.
• I made you kill your best friend. I made you impale your wife. And now I've killed you.
• (lighting a blowtorch) It won't hurt at first. Information technology's too hot, you run into? The flame sears the nerve endings close, killing them. You'll go into daze, and all yous'll feel is... common cold. Then it'll hurt. Isn't scientific discipline fun, Micky?
• (Terminal lines, 5.o.)Those who practice evil to others - the killers, the rapists, psychos, sadists - will come to know me well. Frank Castle is dead. Call me...the Punisher.

Howard Saint [edit]

• The man responsible for my son's death must die.
• Give thanks you for that explanation. (just before shooting the person addressed.)
• Fourteen shipments are perfect. One goes bad and I go this - why? Because y'all want to scare me? There's no insurance in this concern, you know that. So I'chiliad not covering your fucking losses! And Mike, if you don't like it, just remember i affair: I've got more guns than you practice.
• Information technology's YOUR duty to make Castle DEAD! I don't care what it takes, what it costs. Phone call the Russian.
• Close the club. Bring anybody in. We're going hunting.
• Do yous recognize the neighborhood - Little Cuba? Just think - the commencement time I saw you was only three blocks from here. Of course, the neighborhood was and then much more colorful so. At present it's just for whores. You'll fit right in.
• 50 k dollars apiece, and fifty k more than to the man who kills him. If you accept this money, you're in till information technology's over.

Quentin Drinking glass [edit]

• You lot're a small piece of shit and I don't desire the karma of your death on my conscience.
• Nosotros chosen New York, we chosen Las Vegas, nosotros chosen Europe and Hong Kong, we fifty-fifty got the Sicilians in information technology for old times' sake. With what yous're paying, Howard, we'll know everything in that location is to know about Otto Krieg in xx-four hours.
• In 40-viii hours, Castle is a retentivity. A pro from Memphis - the best.
• With all due respect, we don't have more guns. It's my duty to inform you...
• Okay, why don't you and I see if we tin notice the true nature of pain?
• If they knew, they would've told. They must non have known.

Harry Heck [edit]

• I tin hear what you're thinking, all your doubts and fears,

And if you await in my eye, in fourth dimension yous'll find the reason I'm here.

And in time all things shall pass away, and in time you may come dorsum some day

To alive once more,

Or dice in one case more than,

But in time your time volition be no…more. (sung)

• I know you. You're that boy in the newspaper... came back from the dead.
• Y'all similar that vocal? I wrote information technology for you lot. I'yard gonna sing it at your funeral.
• You are one dumb son-of-a-bitch. Bringing a pocketknife to a gunfight. [Castle triggers the ballistic knife, firing the blade into Heck's neck and killing him]

Joan [edit]

• We want you to have dinner with the states.
• Good memories tin save your life.
• I don't know much, but I'm good with a needle. Don't ask.
• You're gonna die tonight, aren't you? Is that what you desire?

Dave [edit]

• "You lot - are insignificant. You - are a coward. You - are a great disappointment to your mother and I!" [the camera turns to reveal the graphic symbol in Dave's computer game, of whom he is speaking]
• "No one'south ever stood upward for me before."
• "Mr. Castle, we, uh, need your help right now, because the guy who's after Joan... is in her flat. Right now."
• "They tried to make me talk. I gave them nothing."

Others [edit]

• Maria Castle: Y'all and I - we're not lucky. We are blessed.
• Frank Castle, Sr.: I bored the chambers and customized the triggers, and added some compensators. They used to be pretty expert, but now they're blast-drivers.
• John Saint: (just before he shoots Frank) My male parent and mother send their regards. This time they're non blanks.
• Micky Duka: You're supposed to be expressionless!
• Micky Duka: Quentin Drinking glass. Been with Howard 20 years. The family unit consigliere, lawyer, CPA... and a sadist. Who knows what'southward going on with this guy?
• Micky Duka: You are not a prissy person.
• Mike Toro: Our mother always put her cash in the mattress, which, I thought it was a good idea - until the business firm burned downwards. It was a big fire. She lost everything. That'southward what happens when you don't watch your coin. You lose everything, Howard. Everything.

Dialogue [edit]

Jimmy Weeks: To Frank Castle – the finest soldier, the finest secret op, the finest homo I've e'er known. What will I do without yous?

Frank Castle: Become a girlfriend.

---

(Quentin Drinking glass watches impassively while three hoodlums beat and kick Micky Duka.)

Quentin Glass: You sell homegrown pot past the ounce, Micky, not by the barrel. Y'all sell badly-forged fake passports to Haitians. So what inspired you to become the Mr. Universe of international arms dealers? Micky, yous should repent for the death of Mr. Saint's youngest son.

Micky Duka: Okay, I know how it looks, but Bobby, he buys pot from me. And, and when he found out what I was doing, he insisted on coming in. He put up one-half the greenbacks. He came of his own free will! (I of the hoodlums kicks him.) If you're gonna kill me, volition yous leave my face alone - for my mother?

Quentin Glass: We just made your bond. At present, if I'd wanted to kill you lot I would have left you in jail, where we accept friends, and in a way I tin only draw as deeply pornographic, yous would have been killed. But you're a minor slice of shit, and I don't want the Karma of your expiry on my conscience. But on the other paw, maybe I don't believe in karma. Then, guys–

Micky Duka: No, no, no! I'll tell you anything you lot wanna know!

Quentin Glass: And so this'll be quick. I want to know 1 thing just: who brokered the bargain?

Micky Duka: His name's Otto Krieg. And if it'south any condolement to Mr. Saint, he'southward expressionless also.

Howard Saint, (entering): Well, it'southward not. It's really no comfort at all. But what might exist comforting to me is watching the slow death of the human being who was supposed to be taking care of my son and making certain he did not get into problem. Now, Micky, what would your begetter recall of this? Your begetter gave his life for me. What would he say?

Micky Duka: I didn't know it was gonna happen like this. Please!

Howard Saint: Well, ignorance is no alibi. The man who is responsible for my son's death must dice.

(Howard pulls out his gun, and aims it at Micky, only really shoots ane of his henchmen with it.)

Howard Saint: I told yous to never permit him out of your sight.

Henchman: Mr. Saint, Bobby told me to stay. Tell him, John. John!

(Howard shoots him again)

Henchman: Mr. Saint! It was Bobby'south thought! He wanted to become alone! He thought he could impress you, or something.

Howard Saint: Thanks for that caption.

(Howard shoots him again, this time, killing him. He looks to his other henchmen.)

Howard Saint: My son didn't demand to print me.

---

(At the city morgue)

Howard Saint: He was such a special boy...

Jimmy Weeks: Sir, are yous confirming that this is your son, Robert Saint?

Howard Saint: He deserved better. Someone lied to him - promised him one thing, gave him another. Practice you know that I used to accept to dress him till he was thirteen? I'd tie his ties and comb his pilus…I'll have to get him a new suit. (He kisses his son'south brow.) Who is Otto Krieg? Who are the people who piece of work for him? Who are his friends? Who would stand to make money from this deal? Tell me.

Jimmy Weeks: We tin't talk most the case, Mr. Saint. At present, I understand your grief, but for your own safety, get out this to the professionals.

Howard Saint: Professionals... yep. I'll do that. I'll do that. Goodbye, son.

---

Quentin Glass: His real proper noun'southward Frank Castle. Senior agent, simply got the Bureau's London desk. His allonym, connections, apartments in Europe-none of it was real. Not even his expiry.

Howard Saint: Well, maybe information technology was. Maybe he died and came back to life and then he could die once again.

Quentin Glass: You take your chance. He'south leaving for London next week, and he'southward at a family reunion in Puerto Rico.

Howard Saint: I think you should be there, and then you can come dorsum and tell Livia how he dies.

Quentin Glass: All right.

Livia Saint: Wait. (She lifts her veil.) His family. His whole family.

---

Candelaria: Vaya con Dios, Castle. Get with God.

Frank Castle: God's gonna sit this ane out.

---

Howard Saint, (raising his drinking glass): To Bobby.

Quentin Glass and John Saint: To Bobby.

Livia Saint: To a score settled.

---

(Neighbors watch while Frank Castle revs his souped-up automobile'southward engine.)

Bumpo: It'southward really loud. Is information technology supposed to be that loud?

Dave: Oh, it'south beautiful!

Joan: He hasn't slept all week.

Bumpo: How exercise you know?

Joan: 'Cause I oasis't slept all calendar week.

---

Micky Duka: Stay away from me, Castle! I got friends, you know.

Frank Castle: Let's talk almost your friends.

Micky Duka: Make your own friends, buddy. I'm not saying nothin'. I talk to you, they'll impale me.

Frank Castle: If you don't help me, I'll impale you at present, Mick.

Micky Duka: The Saints tell me nothing!

Frank Castle: Zero? They pay your rent... your legal bills. You should know something.

(Frank lights upwards a blow torch in front of Micky)

Micky Duka: What's the torch for?

Frank Castle: Two thousand degrees, Mick. Enough to plough steel into butter. It won't injure at outset. Information technology's, uh, besides hot, you see? The flame sears the nervus endings shut, killing them. Then yous'll go into daze... and all you'll feel is... common cold. Isn't science fun, Micky?

Micky Duka: I-I don't know shit!

Frank Castle: You'll smell burning meat, then...then, it'll hurt.

Micky Duka: I SWEAR, I'Thou TELLING THE TRUTH!!!

[Frank goes behind the tied-up Mickey and uses the blow-torch on a steak and rubs Micky'due south back with a popsicle, and Micky flips out, thinking he's torching his back]

Frank Castle: Smell that, Mick? I'm burning off some of your fat.

Micky Duka: I'LL TELL You Annihilation! Anything, anything you wanna know.

Frank Castle: That's a good boy.

Micky Duka: Okay, any involvement in Howard Saint's business organization involves ii Cubans: the Toro brothers. They command all the prostitution and gambling, upwardly and down the gulf declension. Tons of greenbacks. They give their dirty money to Howard Saint, who transports it in cigarette boats to his banks in K Haven; washes it, and wires information technology back make clean as a whistle.

[Frank jabs him in the back]

Micky Duka: FU--! FOR THE LOVE OF Get-! [Castle sticks a popsicle in his mouth and lowers him]

Micky Duka: You are not a nice person. So, what's up, you gonna string up Howard Saint and blowtorch him?

Frank Castle: I similar that idea. Only I have something improve. And guess what? You're gonna help me. Unless you wanna stay Howard Saint's lackey for the residue of your life.

Micky Duka: I hate the Saints. All of them.

Frank Castle: Tell me about them. What exercise they do; where, when.

Micky Duka: Howard Saint's a man of strict habits. He has first tee fourth dimension five days a week at Tampa Springs. Never fails. He likes money, he likes power. Just the matter this guy covets most, the married woman, Livia. What happened to your family, Howard did that for her. She's but like him, and she's just equally predictable. Every Thursday, she works out, gets her nails done and goes to the movies. Howard knows every move this broad makes. Any homo who looks at her incorrect, he ends up in Tampa Bay. Let's non forget Johnny boy, the son you didn't impale. What a putz. Last, but non least, Quentin Glass. Been with Howard 20 years-- the family consigliere, lawyer, CPA and a sadist. Who knows what'southward going on with this guy.

---

(Dave and Bumpo hear agonized screams coming from Castle'south apartment.)

Bumpo: Should we phone call the police?

Dave: Allow's... stay out of it. He's a very scary man.

Bumpo: He'south killing someone and we're next.

Dave: Exactly!

---

(John calls his begetter, who's out golfing)

John Saint: (on the phone) Popular? You lot're not gonna believe this.

Howard Saint: Oh, I think I might.

(the camera pans down to reveal Frank Castle's headstone, dumped near a pigsty)

---

(Castle shows upwards at a printing conference at police headquarters.)

Jimmy Weeks: Castle? Where take you been?

Frank Castle: It's been five months since my family was killed. I don't encounter one human in jail.

Main Morris: Obviously, y'all're upset–

Frank Castle: Upset? Is that the give-and-take? I used to get upset when I had a flat tire. I used to go upset when a plane was delayed. I used to get upset when the Yankees won the Series. And so if that'southward what "upset" ways, then how do I feel now? If yous know the discussion, tell me, because I don't.

---

Auditor #1: Yous know whose money this is? Yous know whose building this is?

Frank Castle: Howard Saint's.

Accountant #2: He's gonna fuck your life upward.

Frank Castle: He already fucked my life up.

---

Dave, (reading from computer screen): He speaks 6 languages–he did two tours in the 12th Special Ops, CTU.

Bumpo: What's "CTU"?

Dave: Counter-Terrorism Unit.

---

Howard Saint: How is he still alive? I don't know, Quentin, I wasn't there. Why is he still alive? Now that... that is an interesting question. Perchance he's meant to suffer more than, I don't know. Only how can we make him suffer if we can't discover him?

Quentin Glass: He's daring us.

Howard Saint: No, no. He, he misses his family and he wants to die. He's asking for assist-and then let's help him.

---

Joan: I, uh, I've lived in vii cities in seven years, and in each one I've managed to find the one guy who'll care for me the worst. But I'grand trying to ready that. You're Castle.

Frank Castle: Used to be.

Joan: We saw y'all on T.V.

Frank Castle: I don't take ane.

Joan: I'm Joan. Dave's the ane with all the, uh, the metal? And Bumpo'southward the one that…well, you lot tin probably effigy out which one Bumpo is. We're really sorry.

Frank Castle: About what?

Joan: Nigh your family.

Frank Castle: Did you know them?

Joan: No.

Frank Castle: I'g over it.

(Through the door, Joan sees a whiskey bottle on the tabular array in Castle's otherwise bare apartment.)

Joan: Don't allow your memories kill you.

Frank Castle: They won't kill me.

---

Frank Castle: Do I know you?

Harry Heck: I know yous. You're that boy in the paper - came back from the dead.

Frank Castle: I didn't take hold of your proper name.

(Harry Heck holds upwardly a guitar case with his proper noun engraved on it.)

Harry Heck: You lot like that song? I wrote that for you. I'm gonna sing it at your funeral.

---

(Castle has joined his neighbors for dinner in Joan'south flat.)

Joan: I know it's not Thanksgiving, merely, um, I'd like the states all to say what nosotros're thankful for. I'll get-go. Um…I'k thankful to be live this year. And to accept a job, and to be sober.

Dave: Yeah - I'm thankful for my mom…getting out of jail. You at present, it's, it's cool. And this daughter gave me her number…which is as well cool.

Bumpo: Thank you for leftovers-I'g full. Thanks for Diet Pepsi. And cheers for good neighbors.

(In that location is a long, awkward silence while anybody stares at Castle.)

Frank Castle: Thanks for dinner.

. . .

Joan: I know what information technology'due south similar. I know what it's like to try and make your memories go abroad. Yous can make new memories. Proficient ones. Practiced memories can save your life.

Frank Castle: I'm not what yous're looking for.

---

Quentin Drinking glass: Where'south Castle? (Dave and Bumpo stare at the floor.) Frank Castle. Who lives here. (to Bumpo) I asked y'all a question, fat man.

Dave: Leave him lone.

Quentin Glass: So I'll inquire yous. Where's Castle?

Dave: He's not here.

Quentin Glass: Really? Are you sure?

Dave: (mumbles unintelligibly.)

Quentin Glass: What did you say? Hmm? I'm having a difficult fourth dimension hearing you lot.

Dave: I said, "I'thousand not maxim shit".

Quentin Glass: I don't want yous to say "shit", I want you to reply me. You don't want to say anything about annihilation y'all might know? (He gets a fix of pliers from tool cabinet and sits facing Dave.) Well, maybe we should become to know each other amend. What's your name?

Dave: Dave.

Quentin Drinking glass: You go to schoolhouse around here? (Dave shakes his head.) Yous don't go to school?

Dave: No. No, I dropped out.

Quentin Glass: You lot dropped out? You're not doing drugs, are you lot?

Dave: Non right now...

Quentin Glass: And what are you lot doing with all this stuff? What is that?

Dave: Piercings.

Quentin Drinking glass: Piercings. Did it hurt when you did that?

Dave: Non really.

Quentin Drinking glass: You lot like that, when information technology hurt a fiddling bit?

Dave: No.

Quentin Glass, (pointing to eyebrow band): That's a special ane there, isn't it? Is that your favorite? That's difficult to go.

Dave: Yeah.

Quentin Glass, (petty with pliers): Answer my question, please.

Dave: No.

Quentin Glass: Come up here. (He reaches for Dave'southward eyebrow band with pliers.)

Dave: No... NO! (Quentin pins Dave's head and grabs the band.)

Quentin Glass: (to Bumpo) Your friend's virtually to have a bad day. You lot can relieve him by talking. It doesn't have to exist this fashion. (to Dave) Y'all remember you lot know about pain, boy? What do you lot know about pain? Huh? (He rips out countenance ring; Dave screams.) That's okay, that's okay. Dave? Li'l Dave? Are you gonna tell me?

---

(Joan and Frank Castle ride elevator to basis floor, where Bumpo tends to the mangled Dave.)

Bumpo: Expect what they did to him…

Dave: They tried to make me talk. I gave 'em zero.

Frank Castle: You don't know me. Y'all don't owe me anything. I've brought you nothing but trouble. Why were you set up to dice for me?

Dave: Because... you're one of us. You're family.

---

John Saint: Where have you been? Where's Quentin?

Howard Saint: Oh, well... he'southward wrapped upward in something.

John Saint: I chosen home. No one was in that location.

Howard Saint: Your mother'due south gone.

John Saint: What?

Howard Saint: She took the railroad train.

---

Joan: Say you kill them all; what then? What makes you any unlike from them?

Frank Castle: They have something to lose.

---

Salesman: Demand help with some underpants, sir?

Quentin Drinking glass: Get fuck yourself.

---

Frank Castle: I'm non a betting human being, Jimmy.

Jimmy Weeks: I'll tell you who did it.

Frank Castle: You did information technology.

Jimmy Weeks: Saint did it!

Frank Castle: No, you did it. You chosen the other twenty-four hour period 'crusade yous're sick, y'all demand my assist. That'southward what friends are for, correct? Well here I am, I'yard here to help.

Jimmy Weeks: What are y'all gonna do?

Frank Castle: I'thou non gonna do anything.

(tosses him a bullet)

Frank Castle: You are.

Jimmy Weeks: Frank, I will...

Frank Castle: Allow's say cheerio like the friends we were, huh? Not similar animals.

---

Frank Castle: Howard Saint. HOWARD SAINT! (Saint stops, turns to face up him.) You took everything from me.

Howard Saint: You killed my son!

(In the building behind Castle, John Saint's scream is followed by an explosion.)

Frank Castle: Both of them.

---

Frank Castle: You're right. Good memories tin can save your life. When Dave gets out of the hospital, bank check the closet. I left something. For all of yous.

Joan: You're leaving?

Frank Castle: I take work to practice. Read your paper every day. You'll understand.

Joan: Which section?

Frank Castle: Obituaries.

Cast [edit]

• Thomas Jane equally Frank Castle / The Punisher
• John Travolta as Howard Saint
• Rebecca Romijn-Stamos as Joan
• Will Patton as Quentin Glass
• James Carpinello as Bobby and John Saint
• Laura Harring every bit Livia Saint
• Samantha Mathis as Maria Castle
• Roy Scheider as Frank Castle, Sr.
• Ben Foster as Spacker Dave
• Eddie Jemison as Micky Duka
• John Pinette every bit Bumpo
• Marking Collie every bit Harry Heck
• Kevin Nash as The Russian

External links [edit]

greenforgess.blogspot.com

Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Punisher_(2004_film)

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