Priest: God be with you, Frank.
Frank Castle: Sometimes I would like to get my hands on God.
Jigsaw: Welcome, welcome, welcome.
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| Loony Bin Jim: [do agenta Millera] Meow. |
[Carlos umiera po tym jak siekierą zaatakował go Loony Bin Jim]
Carlos: See you in hell.
Frank Castle: If I see you anywhere near Hell, I'll kick your ass out.
[Frank zamyka oczy Carlosa i strzela by skończyć jego cierpienia]
Loony Bin Jim: You look fantastic, brother.
Grace: You're standing in my light.
Frank Castle: [podaje jej latarkę] Here you go, for the next time someone is standing in your light.
[Jigsaw i jego gang włamują się do domu Donatelli]
Grace: Mommy!
Loony Bin Jim: Boo.
Billy Russoti: Hello, Mrs. Donatelli or will you be calling yourself "Miss" from now on?
Angela: What do you want from us?
Billy Russoti: I'm looking for my money, which your rat of a husband stole from me.
Angela: But we don't have it, I swear to God!
[Jigsaw przykłada swoją twarz do Grace]
Billy Russoti: How about you, sweet cheeks? Would you also like to swear on an imaginary friend?
Angela: [po tym jak Frank ocalił życie jej i jej córki za cenę życia Micro, a teraz po prostu odchodzi] Wait, wait! My husband, Nicky. We talked about you. Argued about you. He said you were one of the good guys.
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| Jigsaw: Billy is dead. From now on... you call me Jigsaw. |
Pittsy: He didn't mean anything by it, sometimes he opens his mouth without thinking. Sorry about that, Billy.
Jigsaw: Billy is dead. From now on... you call me Jigsaw.
Angela Donatelli: [celując z pistoletu] Step the fuck away from my little girl!
Grace: Mom, that's a Dad word.
Angela Donatelli: Go inside, Grace!
[Grace wchodzi do domu]
Angela Donatelli: You're messing with the wrong family on the wrong day, asshole.
[Frank odwraca się w jej kierunku]
Angela Donatelli: You! You look... what are you doing here? What makes you think you can come here?
Frank Castle: You have a scared little girl.
Angela Donatelli: Shut up, just shut your mouth.
Frank Castle: I'm sorry.
Angela Donatelli: I said shut up!
[rzuca torbę pod jej nogi]
Angela Donatelli: What's this?
Frank Castle: Something to help out.
Angela Donatelli: No. No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to shoot my husband in cold blood and then stop at the ATM.
Frank Castle: It's for your daughter.
Angela Donatelli: [celuje w jego klatkę piersiową] This is what you deserve. What you did to Nick! Who punishes *you*?
Frank Castle: He taught you how to shoot. A good agent keeps his family safe, they can't always be here. Took you out to the range, showed you what to do.
[przybliża broń do siebie, tak by lufa prawie dotykała jego klatki piersiowej]
Frank Castle: This is what you do. Squeeze, don't pull.
Grace: [z domu] I can't find my red pen. Mom, I need it.
[Długa pełna napięcia cisza. Angela cofa się i przestaje celować w Castle'a.]
Angela Donatelli: Take it.
[Angela wchodzi do środka, podczasy gdy Frank bierze forse i odchodzi.]
Loony Bin Jim: That was fun... Now, let's go kill Castle in his miserable hole.
Jigsaw: No, not yet. We're gonna have ourselves a little bit of fun with this. Next time he has to face us and a fucking army.
Loony Bin Jim: Where do we get the army from?
Jigsaw: Just like Uncle Sam, bro. We recruit in troubled neighborhoods. Offer a hundred grand towards a college education they're never gonna see and promise nobody ever has to go to Iraq.
[śmieje się]
Loony Bin Jim: Just as long as I get to kill Castle.
Jigsaw: Don't worry, brother, you will. Just making damn sure this time he don't come back breathin'.
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| Frank Castle: I'm going in to get them. |
Billy Russoti: You look great.
Gaetano Cesare: The hell I do. I shit in a bag for Christ sake.
Billy Russoti: Hey, saves you a trip to the can, right?
Loony Bin Jim: I axed you a Question. If you don't answer me, I guess I'll just have to axe you again.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: You have the right to shut the fuck up!
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: So, what's the plan?
Frank Castle: I'm going in to get them.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: ...You call that a plan?
Frank Castle: That's all I need.
Frank Castle: Let me out.
Martin Soap: You know, Frank, giving you a tip is one thing, password to the crime database is another, but letting you go...?
Frank Castle: Soap!
Martin Soap: Fine.
Police radio: Suspects are armed and dangerous, I repeat suspects are armed and dangerous.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Let's do this.
Martin Soap: [nerwowo] Really?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Just drive the car.
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Frank Castle: Let me put you out of my misery.
[Wrzuca Jigsawa do ognia. Ten zaczyna krzyczeć i wić się z bólu.]
Frank Castle: This is just the beginning. |
Frank Castle: What do you want, Micro?
Micro: Have you ever heard of jihadi-blogger.com? I'm posing as a one-armed Wahhabi warrior who took a crap in a cave next to bin Laden. I think I can score you a couple of rocket launchers.
Frank Castle: What do you want?
Micro: I haven't seen you in a while.
[Micro pokazuje Frankowi torbę pełną broni]
Micro: I brought you some treats. It's gun show season in Virginia. No background checks, no problems.
[Frank wręcza Micro sporą sumę pieniędzy]
Micro: That's too much, Frank.
Frank Castle: Call it a retirement package.
Micro: Look, I know this thing with the fed is eating you up inside, but that doesn't mean you pack up your tent. We all make mistakes, Frank. You're fighting a war against the assholes who slip through the raindrops, who get away with it. In any war, there's collateral damage. You know that.
Frank Castle: Collateral damage? I killed an agent in the field. One of the good guys. He had a family.
Micro: You didn't know.
Frank Castle: I fucked up, Micro. Now please, just leave me alone.
Martin Soap: So when did Donatelli go undercover?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: 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 sent him undercover. He's dead because of me.
Martin Soap: So you still "skiin' the old alps"?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: No. That's in the past.
Jigsaw: Catch!
[rzuca Frankowi broń]
Jigsaw: What do you say we play a game? You got one round left in there. You shoot one of these two, and I'll let the other go free. So, who's it going to be, your fat friend over here, or the nice little piece of jailbait over there?
Frank Castle: Burn in hell.
Jigsaw: Okay, then they both die.
Micro: Frank! She's a kid, shoot me.
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| Jigsaw: Whoa, gentlemen, gentlemen. Relax. We're lookin' for, uh, a few good men. And we'd like to offer you the opportunity to be... all that you can be. Now we've all suffered loss at the hands of the Punisher. And because we don't look like everybody else, and because we don't act like everybody else, nobody does a goddamn thing about it! Well I say he ain't the only one who can take the law into his own hands. So if you're as sick of this cocksucker as I am, raise your armies. You'll be well paid, you'll be well armed, and at the end of it, the Punisher will be dead! |
[Budiansky zdradza, że wie, że Soap i Castle współpracowali ze sobą]
Martin Soap: How'd you figure it out?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Unless you've arrested Houdini, a handcuffed suspect doesn't usually escape from custody that easily.
Martin Soap: Wow. You know, you're not as stupid as you...
[Agent Budiansky patrzy się na niego gniewnie]
Martin Soap: I didn't say that.
Frank Castle: Who's the old man?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: That's Cristu's father. Old-country genocidal maniac. Figured he'd stir up a shit storm for us.
Frank Castle: Cops will be all over this place once the firework starts.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I wouldn't worry about that. I called in an explosives permit. Construction crew. Said we'll be blasting dynamite all night.
Priest: For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
Frank Castle: Matthew 7:2.
Priest: You're a long way from the seminary, Frank.
Frank Castle: I accepted that a long time ago.
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| Loony Bin Jim: Yummy, yummy, yummy in my tummy, tummy, tummy. |
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I'm looking for Tiberiu. Cristu's father.
Tiberiu: Indeed? Why?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Because if I were Tiberiu, I'd want to punish the man who was responsible for sending my son to jail for the rest of his life.
Tiberiu: And how would you do that?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I'd tell him where he's going to be and when.
Tiberiu: And what do you get from this?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: [pokazuje swoją odznakę] I don't like him. I want him taken care of.
Tiberiu: [uśmiecha się łapczywie] No worries, my friend.
[Maginty i jego ludzie szykują się do wyjścia]
Pittsy: Hey! Where the fuck are you going?
Maginty: Um, would it be all right if I took the roof instead of the door?
Pittsy: Whatever.
Maginty: [szczerzy się] You're a fucking saint.
Loony Bin Jim: [podczas walki, Jim kopie Punishera w krocze] Won't be replacing that son of yours anytime soon.
[uderza Punishera w nerki]
Loony Bin Jim: Blood in the urine: an early indicator of kidney failure.
[uderze Punishera wielokrotnie i kopie go w twarz]
Loony Bin Jim: You should be seeing double right about now.
[kopie w kolana Punishera]
Loony Bin Jim: That would be a torn mensicus.
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Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I'm calling this in. Put your hands behind your back.
[Budiansky zaczyna skuwać Pittsy'ego, ale Frank rozwala zbirowi głowę.]
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Goddammit, Castle! |
Jigsaw: On three. One... two...
Frank Castle: [celuje w głowę Micro] You won't feel a thing, Micro.
Jigsaw: ...three!
[Castle odwraca się i strzela w głowę Loony Bin Jima]
[Po wyjściu z samochodu Billy sprawdza swoją fryzurę w lusterku. Kiedy jego dziewczyna zaczyna mu pomagać, ten odwraca się i chwyta ją za gardło.]
Billy Russoti: Do I fix your makeup for you?
Loony Bin Jim: Billy?
Jigsaw: [dławiąc się] Just when I think I'm okay... I catch my reflection in the mirror. Look what he's done to me! I'm horrible, horrible...
Loony Bin Jim: No, no, no, no...
[obejmuje go]
Loony Bin Jim: Don't cry, brother. I promise you two things: one, I will kill Castle, slowly, and painfully. And two, you will never have to look at your reflection as long as you're with me.
[Jim biegnie przez hall rozwalając wszystkie lustra. Jigsaw zaczyna się śmiać.]
["Armia" Jigsawa w opuszczonym hotelu czeka na Punishera, kiedy ktoś puka do drzwi.]
Banger #1: What you want?
Tiberiu: I'm here to see the Jigsaw.
Banger #1: You're out of luck. No Jigsaw here.
Tiberiu: I'm here for the Punisher party.
[drzwi zostają otwarte]
Plastic Surgeon: Okay, let's do this.
[zaczyna zdjemować bandaże Billy'ego]
Plastic Surgeon: Some experimental polymers... a few strategically-placed alloy plates... and just the tiniest bit of horse-hide.
Billy Russoti: The tiniest bit of *what*?
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Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Would you mind explaining to me, how a handcuffed criminal in custody escapes from your locked car?
Martin Soap: [zażenowany] Castle's a slippery one. |
Mrs Gordlock: They shot him right in our front yard. My dear, sweet little boy.
- You fighting a war.
- It's just a beginning.
Frank Castle: Somebody has to punish the corrupt.
Tagline:
Vengeance has a name.
